Burgundy

Burgundy eyes
From all the depth that haunts
What has been seen

Tired of yourself
And the minds
That separate between

Is his head not safe
From all the ways and thoughts that want to

Stations
On the tracks to hold
Teardrops
Flee to freeze in cold

But never show your way
To face another day

Mellowing
To drink the drink
To set you free but may cry

Helplessness
Can see the child
That lingers on in hopes to fly
Fly

Poor boy
Guide you through the field
Soft one
May always be alone
And never see your love
And follow silken doves