A sanctuary for the lonely, wild and wooly.
On the cobblestones where shadows linger
of scented tomes.
Memories bleeding on pages trapped in fading
heartbeats, wandering on cobblestones
for the lonely, lost come to grieve.
Entwined in broken bones, lost in the shroud.
Alone and frayed, wild and wooly. “Won’t
ya let me take you on a sea cruise?”







