When I forgive you,
The sky will bleed gold
And the ocean,
Gilded by those tears,
Will harden to stone,
Creating a façade of
Perfect calm,
glinting in memory
Of a blinding sun.
Forgive, a poem for those who won’t
When I forgive you,
The sky will bleed gold
And the ocean,
Gilded by those tears,
Will harden to stone,
Creating a façade of
Perfect calm,
glinting in memory
Of a blinding sun.
Lucidity Lamb 