Baskadia

Safe Haven

This is from my collection RENAISSANCE In your convoy, I seek In your strength, I dwell By the righteous peak Of the saint rebel. And a glamour of your presence. Such is love, that it destroys And adventure so joyful yet torturing In the wind, I hear responses to the questions I deployed. In the clouds I see. In my thoughts, I live. Safe haven, How long will you stray from me And what do all these ruins mean to you? Affection is a non-concern to you. The enclosure I seek is not beneath your boso