Logs for Luna Owens
logspast.jpg There’s a noose, from which freedom hangs
Around my neck so tight…
winter134.jpg It makes breathing impossible
And stops me from taking flight.
spring135.jpg There’s a noose, from which my fear hangs
Tied loose, to keep me still…
summer135.jpg I’m given enough slack to run
But ev’ry night pulled in.
autumn135.jpg There’s a noose, from which my love hangs
Swaying idly in the wind…