If I keep searching for answers
I’ll lose myself

what held
them both
apart

was not a love song
rather a clock

that held
their hopes and dreams
from tick
to tock

sweet as our lips,
summer boy,

dream of blue stone,
as the night flows like a tide,

burgeoning like a drifting
cloud,

you are my boy of dream,
blossomed from water
and moon,  from crystal light -

i long for you
summer boy,

as the last stars vanish,
blunted like the hills.

You say you like flowers,
but you pick them.

  You say you like animals,
but you eat them.

  You say you like me,
now I’m scared.

Candle wax, renegades,
cigarettes, and lemonade.
Maybe it’s time to engage
in our ******* crusade?

Ink wells, stormy skies,
footsteps, little lies.
Revolution in her eyes,
our boats in harbor never tied.

Metal clangs, laying down,
boots soaked, name is drowned.
No longer pushed around
but too dead to make a sound