9 August 2012
Where rivers run and the tide seeps away,
Lies a secret kept alone until this day,
Sinking back in to the haunts of old,
Words and whispers not to be told,
The space between the moon and stars,
And tired old roads never touched by cars,
Inked dragon, a wanderer around my thigh,
His spiritual realms, where he will fly.
Spaces • Opuss № I