Shimmering pond-like puddles
drizzle icing on a cake-
walk through a life I desire;
whipped bells retort,
screen shots of brevity,
holding you where I can't,
that came before I knew.
Winds chatter the trees
trying to keep clothed,
knowing winter will break
their hearts and branches,
yet in all my steps, a thought
of protecting you centers in.
I am not of night, nor of
knight's gilt. I roam on bare
flat feet, slapping the sharp stones
slicked with my blood, they
are fed yet disgusted why I
tarry so long.
A sudden shy sun peers
sheepishly behind silver clouds,
clowning with the days temperature.
I would rather freeze knowing than
be uncertain.
There are tones to this wind,
deep as gravestones, sudden
as quakes rip the earth, these
songs sting the skin, straph the
soft hue of my memory.
OM
drizzle icing on a cake-
walk through a life I desire;
whipped bells retort,
screen shots of brevity,
holding you where I can't,
that came before I knew.
Winds chatter the trees
trying to keep clothed,
knowing winter will break
their hearts and branches,
yet in all my steps, a thought
of protecting you centers in.
I am not of night, nor of
knight's gilt. I roam on bare
flat feet, slapping the sharp stones
slicked with my blood, they
are fed yet disgusted why I
tarry so long.
A sudden shy sun peers
sheepishly behind silver clouds,
clowning with the days temperature.
I would rather freeze knowing than
be uncertain.
There are tones to this wind,
deep as gravestones, sudden
as quakes rip the earth, these
songs sting the skin, straph the
soft hue of my memory.
OM




