Smart people can
Arrive at their own
Conclusions if you will
What is this trickery to be had?
Look let’s be honest
I’m not even sure
That you like me
The beasts have been
Unleashed and
We are running through
A darkened wood
Can you hear the howl
Of the wolves that
Cry to be close
To your throat
And would you offer it?
Give it up to be
Hanging free from
The invisible domain
Of shattered dreams
Broken memories and
The mysterious mist
Of uncommon truth
If I’m wrong then
Someone send a
Harbinger to
Check in on me
Follow the shape
Of the wind
Listen to the sound
Of the distant rhythm
Silent wings
Birds hiding in the trees
Lips whispering
Hopes unseen stab
Aimlessly at the dark
In an effort to strike a
Balance with me in the
Absence of light a thornless
Bed of roses spread out
The heart has lain down
With the courageous embrace
In a coupling of tomorrow
Beneath a mossy blanket
© GÄ
Poétique 