April 24, 2013
Punch-drunk in a persuasive sea
I am caught in a bottle bound for beleaguered shores.
And around me dizzy trees and mountains roar.
Clouds shock themselves into tears
While I stare, facing up, thinking of you my dear
Tip-toeing inside the black, you gently waltz across evening shadows
And suddenly whizzz across the sky like an eager arrow
And all the while inside this noisy night
Pondering is swallowed by the twinkling of lights.
Etched between the moon and stars
are the arches of your smile and your lips, the hue of Mars.
And while I want to crash inside your heavens dust,
You cannot hear me above the oceans rust.
And though the sky has not offered its hand
I sit watchful with each breath ready to compress then expand;
Until the dusk peels back its skin
And I am kissed by dawns begin.