I’ve got to ask you
Something sweetheart
So please be true
Do you love me?
Because sweetheart
Every day I love you.

in the moon clad morning
it's cold and the dew
readies its departure from
the leaves it clings to.

i'm cold and like the dew
i too ready myself
to leave and be on my way

away from this nest
that broke me as a fledgling &
clipped my wings so i can never
go too far hard as i may try.

& I may try
but still too I'm here
looking for pieces
of my wings
that fail me every flight.

aiming directionless indiscretion
hitting what was layed before us
as if that be what we desired
all along.

who are we when there lay
nothing before us and
what may we spearhead in
land not blazen for us

will we ever know?
i don't think so.