Up on a hill, as the day dissolves. With my pencil turning moments into line. High above in the violet sky. A silent silver plane - it draws a golden chain.
Night-time is falling on the louvre.. It's been a lazy afternoon.. We walk to the house, the air is clear,. The water's still moving in the pool.. You say one word..
Lay My Love. I am the crow of desperation. I need no fact or validation. I span relentless variation. I scramble in the dust of a failing nation. I was concealed.