sECOND aFTER SeCOND
does anybody care?
He is the poet
upon the hill
with the moon
suducing him
And all day this
man of a thousand
voices took in
the sun to forgive
the horizon and how
the moon is as eyes
in his head
Oh, oh oh oh oh!
Precious lady do not
cry BEcause my blood
approves and so perfect
-ly still And the best
of my Soul is within my
heart fluttering brain
broken thoughts is the
man of a thousand
voices but no one ever
hears him like the
fun waxing and the
sun going down.
:: 03-25-2016 ::
