INTUNE: Days

Slowly like the days – endless days
To hear the leather, kiss willow with provincial love
This golden sun- blinding haze
Slowly like the days – endless days
Chugging along slowly in the maze
Now only twisting roads above
Slowly like the days – endless days
To hear the leather, kiss willow with provincial love

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow-
Hopes and dreams are pinned
Upon the concept of ‘Tomorrow’
Yet, the future is as fragile
As wind-swept butterflies,
So drink love deeply whilst you fly

Neil W.