The Swamp
In an honest moment only long as eyes can see
In a light reflection closing open ocean streams
Hiding in the night of blissful distant in-betweens
Turning over stones to feed the filth that crawls beneath
Shrouded from the moment, hoping, holding only what you know
Keep a loving distance, pushing, painting, changing in the glow
Keep a conversation waiting, safely, deeply, where you want
In a distant picture sinking, soaking in the swamp
In an honest moment only long as eyes can see
Autor(es): James Cuming
