poem 135

Wild anger
breeds in seeds
I just set free

With these fingertips
my words I flick your way

To shatter cuts 
upon, shades of glass
each one now a splinter
I placed into the side of you
A million each
which glints in thoughts
of how I like to see you

fall before all

While it bleeds
upon each seed
I see red from the other side
Now a stain upon the glass
set In my window frame
and to cast its hue,
no light ever should
have to wade though

As I blink 
from each deed I feel,

again a sun just sets
it’s task timely done

For after all
it was me, who taught you to run
and run away

at the end of each day,

is how you are doomed to play

Now for the dark
where the moon
sings sweeter than the lark
to fest alone, by a sea of silver ink
Where he just simple signed his name
then to bathe in its black ways

And here i whisper
upon each star
set to my flag I wave
“A thousand kisses, where not enough for her”
and there reply, is just to sigh
and blade to say
well it’s always
been this way

Now above us
forever ever cold
for between each space
a gap slowly grows
Still upon the dark
the moon sings as a lark,
of words which dream
of living with you, though
the wonder, of a perfect day