the high, nasal sweet
caress of the yellow/white
honey nest
-
the leaves of lengthened limbs
the leaves of lengthened
limbs shiver in the
temperate breeze
a’brushing bythe grey fairies
rush as
shower’d stars,
unaffected by this
looker, onward moving
between their field
above the asphalt,
glittering
-
as much as i turn to take the trodden path,
as much as i turn to take the trodden path,
the curve keeps turning me further away
and i cannot say i mind in the slightest
-
i can forget you
i can forget you
exist here,
but, still,
you cross thoughts
to see i’m alright.as i walk from touch of
sun to shadow, i
fall eyes to reality
and all is darken’, still