07-11-2014, 03:35 AM
Resisting the urge to preface this. I'm a bit stuck on how to proceed. All thoughts welcome.
Purpose
You can only see it
in a certain light,
like a star so far
it takes a black, black night
to be seen behind all this white;
behind all this noise.
You can only hear it
in that witching hour,
when a note in the throat
of a bird in his bower
begs to be heard, before the perfect flower
needs to be moved again.
You can only smell it
in a certain air,
and if the wind gets pinned
between freedom and fare
or strangled in wiry tendril snares,
you will not find it.
They say you can touch it,
if you reach just right,
but I can't put my finger on it.
Purpose
You can only see it
in a certain light,
like a star so far
it takes a black, black night
to be seen behind all this white;
behind all this noise.
You can only hear it
in that witching hour,
when a note in the throat
of a bird in his bower
begs to be heard, before the perfect flower
needs to be moved again.
You can only smell it
in a certain air,
and if the wind gets pinned
between freedom and fare
or strangled in wiry tendril snares,
you will not find it.
They say you can touch it,
if you reach just right,
but I can't put my finger on it.