C35 Young Group Poem
A wasteland from ancient times
Water from the first ray of sunlight across the horizon
Slowly, slowly …
like a naked rock arm
It was as if he was breathing like a surging tide
To crush my soul
I know youth is just a seed from the beginning of time
Love is but the occasional fire that the universe gives life to
Or maybe it's just your eyes
turn into light, turn into electricity
Green