The Flooded Road (Built on Sand) - The Black Atlantic

Collison complete

The sun became the moon

Stygian clouds

A fair match for the inside

I don’t have to

Accept what I am

I can drown him anytime

Breath ripe

With horizon fire

The flooded road

Of fleeting desire

Our hope is

Built on sand

With a different base, base in fact

She waits for me there

Clutching a child

Love was lost in the ferns

And rekindled on the slopes

She waits for me there

Clutching a child

Love was lost in the ferns

And rekindled on the slopes

Our hope is

Built on sand

I don’t have to

Accept what I am