Fay Slimm.

Ferment

 

Ferment.

 

Say no more lover of mine.

Lower your anchor, forsake anger,

give time its time.

 

What is broken may be healed. 

Taken as token forgiveness mends much

so let sense appeal.

 

If bent head of regret reaches warm

shores chill might subside.

Low will rise and regretful ferment

can then be cleansed 

by the tide of what we once were.

 

If meant sorry leads us both there

we no more need contend

so, lover of mine, let\'s start again.