10.08.2003 :::
Looking at the Sun
Woke from a dream of ancient yesterdays
It’s not true, a mirror I tell,
Waterways swallow deceitful reflections,
Inspections of which we wish to sell.
The apologies of star-crossed lovers
Allotted space for true mistakes.
Covers the dry desert lands and seas
Pleas of truth from criminals and fakes.
O Love, most mortal would of joys.
A happy frown of peculiar shape.
Employs the finite knowledge, fails.
Entails a hero complete with scarlet cape.
A man, I wish to be without attempt,
A fairness known to selfish Queens and Kings.
Contempt for thine urchins, poor in heart,
Art thou forgiven of most atrocious things?
Not to blame you love, for my faults.
They, a gift given to myself,
Salts from clouds in you misted eyes.
Surprise from those fears indwelt.
Attacked by my rose formed Lion,
Naivety on my part in your words.
Cry on the distance not to be traversed.
Rehearsed a story and humored birds.
O Alphabet, the twenty-six figures.
Not enough, but we’re just two.
Cures of our rabid midnight diseases,
Seizes of breath admit at times most due.
“It’s been a week, maybe more” I said.
You may have glanced at me, maybe not.
Instead, the window view proves best,
Lest I see the pain on your face I wrought.
The seasons have all come and gone in turn,
A simple pattern we strain to break,
Learn a fable to hide a smile lost.
Frost upon the Victorian winter lake.
Remember that summer we were friends,
A staple sealing where glue fails hold.
Mends not a fragile storm, another dies.
Lies, where truths to us once told,
You said I push you away in dreams,
I regret the ideas in your mind,
Gleams a knight in soot black armor,
Charmer weaves those thoughts left behind.
(unfinished)
::: posted by Matthew at 3:34 PM
