A Toast:

To all the nights we couldn’t sleep

Threw off caution and plumbed the Deeps

Despite the storm and Horseman Four

 And washed up laughing upon the shore

 

Running through the blades of grass

Rushing to escape our past

To escape the prisons we called home

And shape a new place of our own

 

Eyes alight and heart a beating

New sensations sharp and fleeting

We searched for truth in many things

The bottle, the pill and the joy they bring

 

Now spread across the map

I would do anything to have it back

Still I could not have asked for more

Than when we washed up laughing upon the shore

 

Reviews

[Desert Thorn]

I can totally relate with this. Unfortunately.
Nicely written.