your eyelids
fly in tragic circles
under black skies
your mountains crumble
putrid apples and hillbillies all return
from chaos came compassion
from darkness came the word
kindness gave birth to sorrow
and silence was never earned
your antithesis presents itself
in every situation, myth is ever heard
speaking to the elves
in their own language
and flirting with the birds
yes i long for nonsense
i long for romance too
i long for our companions
to put you in the mood
stolen gardenias leave a trail of scents
your eyes tore across the pavement
and left tracks upon my arm
could i have ever won your heart
indescribable unseen voices
signal the rising sun
surrender to the one
and give all of yourself
in service
kiss the ancient ones feet
lick the sweat from the streets
greet yourself in the other
i shudder in suspense
i grow weary awaiting thy countenance
i count the days, hours, weeks and months
until i see thy lotus feet