Sometimes I think of you since we meet.
I've tried so hard to stop the light,
But wishing I were someone else,
cant free the feeling.
Somehow it's not just right
I took the sweet  from you
you were the only one,
love has gone away,
I was never one for singing,
dandelions have had their day.

The rope seems hung
and the time spent seems present
Beware to balance the wire
and sight what we see above
of your changing seasons
so that we are acrobats of love
under travelled lights

Digital falls too easily
She took better in Slide
than JPEG
and even though the Slide was pushed
it had a retro Fuji green hue
than the dull colors of the obvious
shots per second of the DSLR

Gazing into melancholy melon skies
that I weaved,
Blindly searching for the shadow of wisdom
Blue is the color of cornfields
its truth so probable
Please don't turn on your back on me
and parry me away
shine on your earnestness
Thinking back to yesterday
may help us find the now

Pale Sons move in  electric light
Their yellow hair brittle like straw
Contemptuous of time and place
Such an unceasing guise

You called up my fantasies
but they weren't mine
What you feel is mainly uncertainity
Someone should warn you
not to overanalyze.

You believe lines lay overhead
Impatient for the consummation
your easterly summer is Furlong

A man is a rusty pylon
ruffling the electricity
And we sing Elijah
watching the sunnier chimes

A novice is like a rose
barbed to the counterpoint
He riles like a clown
when his future is a welter

A journeyman  is like a priest
haggling all the untruths
he blames when someone strifes