The first time I saw you. Your face said bring down the monarchy. It said we could live in a world of equality where we need not worry about war. It said disarm all nuclear weapons and spread joy to the disadvantaged. It said meow. You were a cat.
A long drought in winter.
A fly trapped between two panes of glass.
An unlit fire.
A ghost of a forgotten person.
A sea lion.
A very vivid memory of a lampshade.
Every time I let out a sigh,
I begin to see little birds fly.
Yet, I can catch one if I move quick.
Or is it about choosing one to pick?
Too late! My chance has gone.
Now there is night where the sun shone.
If they were dozing by day and sleeping at nightfall…
I’d just pick one up and then I’d walk tall.
But no, awake, and with wings they fly.
Every time I let out a sigh.
What goes on behind a stare?
I don’t know but it’s hardly fair,
To blame me for your lousy mood.
I just can’t help looking at you.
What can I do to cheer you up?
Should I smile at you as I look?
It occurs to me that you are free.
So help me see what puzzles thee.
Once I knew a girl whose hair was curled.
Kind and smiled like she owned the world.
But she only made me bitter and twisted.
Like an ale mixed with lemons or something…
Write: wrong or left.
Wrong or left. I wrote.
The ramblings of a so called addled brain.
Controlled by medication not to go insane.
You have good looks and knowledge deep.
Counts for nothing when you’re asleep.
Certain that there’s no perfection. Things seem mundane.
In the absence of this, there’s a aroma so sweet. These things from the void light up his face. The light, the everlasting glow. The love, the fountain of original gifts.
So remember Miss, when he approaches the lamppost, he cannot decide which way to walk around. He’s stood, just waiting.