secret oktober

©2021 Michael Raven

A NaNoWriMo 2021 attempt


Freefall on a windy morning shore
Nothing but a fading track of footsteps
Could prove that you'd ever been there
Spoken on a cotton cloud
Like the sound of gunshot taken by the wind
And lost in distant thunder
Racing on a shining plain
And tomorrow you'll be content to watch
As the lightning plays along the wires
And you'll wonder...

Sure eyes awake before the dancing is over
Wise or naked in Secret Oktober

                  -- Simon LeBon