Patterns across grey oceans

Believe me, the blue sky will smother us

Louder than sirens, louder than bells

When we fell onto each other's faces

Dawn retraces heartache

They call her smoky taboo

Midnight to noon, I'm a desert child

I like to look up wild at an infinite sky

Weary exhausted flames of light

I've been hoping you know your way around

Leave it all up in the air

We miss being ruffians, going wild and bright

The night went through her grace

I'll be your tropical storm

The sky lets go, why can't I?

At sea there is always tomorrow

I miss the friends we knew back home, I'm thinking of them now the storm is rising

I think there will be rain tonight

There's no meaning anymore we're floating in the sky

I'm tearing down the walls without you

Do you remember when you were a child?

Come on save me from myself

Got No Secrets

Danila Botha is the author of Got Not Secrets, her debut short story collection published by Tightrope Books.

A carousel of fire and ice, you and I have been through that and can't imagine more of it

Equal parts laughter, intention and gift

I put my heart in the ground

There's gauze over my eyes but you're leaving this trail

Flower child, you're still wild

All my pockets hang like two surrendered flags

There are spirits that take our place

I'd like to lie back in the certainty of you

I keep on running from the buildings tall, surround

Look inside your soul, there is a light

Trumpets are sounding in the distance tonight

Into the water we go, but we'll never float away

Follow me down to the edge of the town where the graves are