Beneath a storming vision two cry
Love like music soars and urges shine
Need springs from girl to dream
Sing to me honey, I ache
I go mad for a picture, a tiny gift to worship
Delirious, I lust and fall with one whisper
Gone, crushed, drunk
My sweet sun, dress my life in light
And shadow only these sad bitter places
Your beauty floods my blood, it robs me of sleep
We watch, want, fiddle over love
Rye Brayley was born in Queens, NY, in 1974. Rye has spent the majority of his life there but currently resides in Ybor City, Tampa, FL.
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