Lost In Tomorrow's Forest (Tender Summer Faeries)?

david-hilburn Poems

Pouting tomorrows Have sat today, with me Save and prosper, time in the sky's wheel's, to borrow Timid as a dream in the same, I feel therefore I see Truer to today The sacred lips of worthiness, to deliberate A gorgeous order of work's, letters of vanity... That prophecy, when a bone to pick is peace, it's fate Ponies and steady hands Curious waters to deliver a knack Speed and special, that knew the irony, through and fancy A dance of cares, that completes the eye, I lack... The pout of imagination, and a songs decency Together for a dances suggestion Tones of cope, causes and the seldom seen Truth seems to be mine, for a sulk that is baring intuition... Wine with a newfound friend, next to a fire: Walls of vice and vertigo, to look for the call of a paradises bird Still to fore, the reign of needing a lip to sigh In the night's air, a night's stare, for a shares choice heard? Rule of thumb, saviors of direction, to us Spent coins of valor, a virtue to live for itself In the pocket of stipulation, though a heart is here to discuss We will spend the time with a survival, that is our wealth? Playing the part Of a youth's intimation, the choosing The ruing of a callous vote, to wonder aloud, is seclusion our art? Spate decision's of nary, come and gone to find the smile we were loosening...