summer view for sale
passing through nowadays
golden hues melting
Shakespeare wrote of the future-
“an undiscovered country”. I see,
new rituals and
their meaning, which
will anchor along
where souls squeal
in delight, and life
no longer vacant, thrives.
You’re always right.
Our day over yet?
What do you think?
Stop… just tell me.
I miss you.
I was right over there.
I saw you.
Do I get an explanation?
Will I ever?
Sit with me.
I don’t want to be the girl
Too late for fate
And in the end, for you
I want stars, bright
And a harvest moon
With a photographic view
Nebraska, is home
Cloudless sky offers comfort
A connection felt
as dusk departs and night arrives,
i’m caught up in a mythological moment,
aphrodite falls for apollo, right before my eyes.
indescribable, I know I’d only blow it,
so I sit back with a defeated laugh.
left wondering, where might I find myself a poet,
who could write of a sunset like that?
amber layers rest upon goodnight,
while an obsidian anchorage awaits
confusing darkness with light
might have been her first mistake
nothing comes from a starless sky
but an endless plea, more questions
left naive, with no honest answers why
sweet girl, that’s how this always happens