Tuesday, September 16, 2014


You are beautiful.
Point blank
A creation complex
I want to visit over and over again
In this museum of ages.

You peer down
To the side
Any way to avoid me;
You know I stare
Across this void
Across this place in shambles
As others look to me
Are the inspiration for my eyes
Upon and beyond.

I watch your spread
Think how I'd love your spread
Of those things which haunt my mind
When it comes to the perfection I witness in you.

I think you question.
I think you curious of natures
And these railways beneath...
You want express to thine heart,
But there is only local
Left behind
Forced to clean up the mess
Of another possible love
Exiting too many stops too soon.

No comments: