Kingston - Steel Tipped Dove, Billy Woods, keiyaA

Hold you till night fall into day

Sunlight frozen on the lake

Through the glass, sun on my face

Bright and cold like champagne

I was late like you was late, I wasn’t afraid

The ward start to wake, you sleep, dreaming of the other place

New snow, freshly driven

Not even one footprint, it was nothing at the beginning

Then the sun

But now you fall from the sun rhythms where the sun living

It’s where the sun barely visit

Kissing, Kingston’s empty prison

Thick limestone sit indifferent

A gloomy womb manumission

The sun newly risen like flood

The sun ruled we still got a couple minutes