Yellow light, dust
The smiling face
Eyes beckoning to hear
White plastic, encrusted
A new love, entrusted
Bonds reaching only
In thought they masquerade
Bonds here, tight
Strengthen and Fortify

To have these thoughts again
To replace morbid guilt
To find you amongst the dirt
And tears, of orphans and needles
To take these feelings with yours,
And bury them, tied with quilt
To return again to the bosoms of our mothers

One proud, one sad
Truth would have it reversed

Encircle me
arms parrying down
down comforters and mist
forces crush and twist
protect me in your blue

Breath returning stream
child in a cupboard
locked into shelter
firm pressed by fragile hands
a lioness in the brush

I find myself lost- or was it found?
in this hearth where I was bound
afraid to see the cost
so I sit
coalesced into your lap
let the thoughts float forth and back
And swirl around the finer points
of small man's musings
as the artist meets his idol,
song beneath the whispers
whispers beneath your love-
that mystical beast
so readily escaping
snapping at quizzical hands

stumbling around a dark room
after bright lights de-lucidate
and validate this mutual need
crushed again, by failure of seed