pwolf

On the night train, from the city to the south. I saw spirits, crawl across the river mouth. In skewed ascension, with no destination. Like this lone bachelor in me, this constant yearning. For great love and learning, for the wind to carry me free. So when the birds fly south, I'll reach up an hold ther tails. Pull up and out of here, and bridle the autumn gales. Down to the burning cliffs, to the unrelenting roll. To marry the untold blisses, and anchor this lost soul.