Grant me your favour,
As I lay among thorns,
And blackberry blossom,
Scented like meadows,
And bonfire smoke,
Broken shadows cast,
Like ripples of potential,
Grasping at implied motion,
The faces spin towards,
And such magnificent thought,
Put it away now,
Be still,
It feels like there is a storm,
Far away,
I know I cannot stay,
Rise above,
Up and out,
One day.