The summer’s light is raining on everything it touches
The grass damp with fluid rejoices at
This gift from the gods
They
Worship ever
So diligently
They sing the hymns
Of their Fathers
And cry
For the pain of their Mothers
-That’ll teach them.
-No. It cannot happen this way. I won’t let it.
The path up to the shed is worn
Down
with
each
step
Of the silhouettes that
Tingle with
Delight
-Come on! Hurry! You’ll be late!
-No one ever misses this. You can’t miss it. Please don’t leave me.
-LISTEN TO ME!
They follow their mundane paths as nothing
More
Than dust from
The grinding stone
Shadows
Rebel in the light giving squeals of delight
Evident demise in the mirror
gasoline
of
bubbles
like
upwards
fly
Tears
And pop on the face
Kisses
Of fire
Flies
And come down like lead dreams
Splinters brush
And caress each fingertip
-You won’t make it right now.
-I throw my head to the clouds.
Detached
From reality and freed
From restriction of senses
Up
The wall
On
The ceiling
-Catch!
I follow through the hole in the wall
And fall out of the sky
-It looks inviting today. Shall we give it a go?
Shed door slithers open with a giggle
-Of course you can do this.
On the table is House of Cards
The King of Hearts praises his subjects
With a jump
To new volatile life
-Hear hear!
The whispers expect what comes next
-Always a crowd pleaser, that one.
Out
The door across the steps and back
To normalcy
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 9:44 PM UTC
The summer’s light is raining on everything it touches
The grass damp with fluid rejoices at
This gift from the gods
They
Worship ever
So diligently
They sing the hymns
Of their Fathers
And cry
For the pain of their Mothers
-That’ll teach them.
-No. It cannot happen this way. I won’t let it.
The path up to the shed is worn
Down
with
each
step
Of the silhouettes that
Tingle with
Delight
-Come on! Hurry! You’ll be late!
-No one ever misses this. You can’t miss it. Please don’t leave me.
-LISTEN TO ME!
They follow their mundane paths as nothing
More
Than dust from
The grinding stone
Shadows
Rebel in the light giving squeals of delight
Evident demise in the mirror
gasoline
of
bubbles
like
upwards
fly
Tears
And pop on the face
Kisses
Of fire
Flies
And come down like lead dreams
Splinters brush
And caress each fingertip
-You won’t make it right now.
-I throw my head to the clouds.
Detached
From reality and freed
From restriction of senses
Up
The wall
On
The ceiling
-Catch!
I follow through the hole in the wall
And fall out of the sky
-It looks inviting today. Shall we give it a go?
Shed door slithers open with a giggle
-Of course you can do this.
On the table is House of Cards
The King of Hearts praises his subjects
With a jump
To new volatile life
-Hear hear!
The whispers expect what comes next
-Always a crowd pleaser, that one.
Out
The door across the steps and back
To normalcy
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