Storms from the east, moving west.
never cease, never fret.
Maybe we're running free,
taking about you and me.
Thinking that you might choke on
dandelions in your throat.
Once we were lost, never found.
stinging wasps, radiant sounds
Carry on overhead,
striking your cold spring bed
Thanking old lucky stars
washing your dirty scars.
To the east, thick and stare.
bitter sweet swells the air.
Filling up every lung,
quenching your thirsty tongue
Looking like you'd turn back,
faking my heart attack.
Open up your eyes and make me whole.
The ravens crying nowhere else to go.
Even if we're here until the end.
East to west, I've found my flowing friend.