elusive a school of silver fish in the net all slick small enough to slip drip through the cracks gaps plink wriggle back into the sea where even the minnows swim free so I stay on the waters and cast the nets again and wait to haul in my next catch.
No more sinking in your eyes no whispers in my ears, perhaps it should've stayed with me in all my years, it's the next best thing, in this world of lies. In each waking moment, in every drop of daylight fading you are, stains on a wet cloth, burning you are, I embrace, I hold fast embracing the dying light, saving it with all my life, a yearning moth.
I met a cat a few weeks ago black and white on the city sidewalk collarless in the deserted evening. I stopped yards away, no chasing crouched down stretched my hand out she hesitated I smiled 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 she stepped cautiously to me I stroked her back scratched between black ears and then she went her way and I went mine and only one of us looked back.
There's no god's belief I pray to an energy, praying that you're safe and sound, praying for the world's relief. Hoping his arms are warm, ample to make you feel home,
There's one too many arms yearning for you outside, one of the pairs is mine, the others are those of time, to be blamed are the soft shackles of your essence, compelling all in your presence to abide, to your absence.
Lie in his arms before the arms of time grapple you, fight your love, fight for your love, while I stand here everyday doing the same as you, for you, until the end of time.
How fleeting is my lady's beauty? How fleeting is the pride of younger days? When we had laugh and cried with candied serenity all the same. How fleeting are those youthful days, now my lady and I are old and grey.