You can not be a window
sealed,
Eden dreamt Bara bara
eleven years of December
Spirit wedded bliss
soul promised
pushing
a name
love light divine
non-negotiable,
the elephants never cry
(not like they used to)
not into king sized kisses
not into water buildings
and I am past
my grid
show her the pain
of a dead whistle
pure veined pride
Where does your soul
go when you are sleeping
why be afraid to
close your eyes?
I wanted to be your hero
raised arms outstretched
dashing across fields of daisies
I wanted you to bed
the person I imagined
you to be,
a heartsease river
of soliloquy.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
You can not be a window
sealed,
Eden dreamt Bara bara
eleven years of December
Spirit wedded bliss
soul promised
pushing
a name
love light divine
non-negotiable,
the elephants never cry
(not like they used to)
not into king sized kisses
not into water buildings
and I am past
my grid
show her the pain
of a dead whistle
pure veined pride
Where does your soul
go when you are sleeping
why be afraid to
close your eyes?
I wanted to be your hero
raised arms outstretched
dashing across fields of daisies
I wanted you to bed
the person I imagined
you to be,
a heartsease river
of soliloquy.
