When dawn drew down
on the night
and all the unseen
came to light
these restless mares
held a breath
and dared not dance
in fear of death
When we climbed quiet
on hapless heights
and all our dreaming
never turned out right
These broken bottles
dripping sugar rum
were all we had
to keep us numb
And yet that pain
still set so deep
kept us sane
on iridescent reefs
One day up
and another down
One night drunk
and another sound
Here we stumble
in rounded squares
with words we fumble
and constant stares
Here the drifting
of the moonlight maze
passes one hundred proof
of better days
(July 27th, 2017)
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Post Modern Mystic
Thơ CaPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
