I sway outside a wrecked poet's window
daily I see his mind raked
by fingers of clawing creation
I know his smiles are faked
My fractal arms forever aloft
my waiting blossoms and leaves
see his progress on falling apart
a soul strained through so many sieves
Changing seasons, personal treason
troubled the poet till May
when the spring brought his desired muse
as I am sorry to say
This story's been sung time and again
through mine own branches told
if you hark unto the sweet spring air
you'll see it yourself unfold
Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 7:01 PM UTC
I sway outside a wrecked poet's window
daily I see his mind raked
by fingers of clawing creation
I know his smiles are faked
My fractal arms forever aloft
my waiting blossoms and leaves
see his progress on falling apart
a soul strained through so many sieves
Changing seasons, personal treason
troubled the poet till May
when the spring brought his desired muse
as I am sorry to say
This story's been sung time and again
through mine own branches told
if you hark unto the sweet spring air
you'll see it yourself unfold
Copyright: Bennett Tyler
