04-20-2014, 04:31 PM
I blew a kiss toward the silver sweet
That hung its spotted face
In cooler airs that sound the rub
In darkened gentle space
In calmer times like these I burn
My belly full of drink
Imbibe the chiller air and breath
A moment in this ink
In easy breezes chains that sway
In forming daily airs
Are lost, allowing me to dive
Into the fabric’s tear
Dissecting all my mooring doubts
I find that nothing holds
And leaves me perched atop a brink
between without a soul
Suppose the warring winds are still
At war amidst this meek
And gentle guise of paling day
That masks a torrid sea
I fancy I will Never see
A cease to wrinkled waves
That reach to high cast rocks above
Beyond their grasping ways
That hung its spotted face
In cooler airs that sound the rub
In darkened gentle space
In calmer times like these I burn
My belly full of drink
Imbibe the chiller air and breath
A moment in this ink
In easy breezes chains that sway
In forming daily airs
Are lost, allowing me to dive
Into the fabric’s tear
Dissecting all my mooring doubts
I find that nothing holds
And leaves me perched atop a brink
between without a soul
Suppose the warring winds are still
At war amidst this meek
And gentle guise of paling day
That masks a torrid sea
I fancy I will Never see
A cease to wrinkled waves
That reach to high cast rocks above
Beyond their grasping ways

