gliding

gliding

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Leaning

against laughter in the night
wrong turns I did invite
vivid colors spin on flowers
busy bees consuming hours
listening to the sixties
on a small white box
everything is groovy
with many rivers to cross

lost in a wilderness
wild garden of pain
you loved me once didn’t you?
then please love me again
expire date on eye lids
potential turning rancid
I pace the cage and wait
my shadow heavier than hate

the sun never died on certain worlds
so it has never risen
dizzy these days of blooming
like a husk torn from a ripened cob
leaning towards a whole new world
losing everything I thought I was
medium height, poetic, lover of the sea
I am mournings ecstasy

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