birds mute, choked
swallowed tongues ascend on beds of barley
the moon
is held tight like a close friend,
250 thousand years & still it vows to protect
the Capulet of stars, burdening the coquetry of the night air.
natures stage lay cracked between the lost and the hiding
it's here I find myself
waiting.
tonight I wait at a whisper
rid the guiding lights far travelled from our past century.
our code; a warranty of thoughts leading me towards eventide.
I ponder simple perception
...the nurture of my unforeseen nature
The 'what if's' and 'what hows'
do now, fabricate a leaning tower of Pisa
inside my swear box.
our conception is tried;
we become lost in wild grass
a hood of rats taught to rattle the barrels.
I was not taught to pursue glory along dark, sapid roads
I become tonight;
here, waiting for life's vow.
our principles are beholden to nobody, turning grey matter
into vivid winter days
our prospects could hopefully soon fade.
ambition once lead to starry nights
violin matters, birds in harmony & cotton clouds
where angels stagnate
waiting, just like me.
if you sit still on dark nights, my love
& find your mind wandering in my direction, wait for me;
wait for me,
to find the answers to connect the dots
that lead me home.