Crows of the Common Senses
That amphibian skinned day
in time will soften to cotton
perhaps even a strand of silk
with love forever entwined.
The heart pond filled with nibbling ghouls.
In time will turn to whispers of silky soothe.
just hold on for another moment.
Nothing can soil a heart forever.
Not even a cluster of thunder or village fool.
That angel mind, pecked by crimson crows.
Cawing that same worn song.
"Where did it all go...go...go......go"
Just hold on for yet another moment.
All the haunt and hurt will turn to blue bird mist.
Chirping "it never left you dear one.
It was there all along".
You never were really left alone".
those horrible things
coming from the mouth of fear
with time
will turn to flowers on golden glade...
the honorable seed takes time to blossom
and never chain stem and petal
to the burning vase of mundane
that off taste in the goblet
will turn to something needed
something far beyond sweetened
just hold onto the chain of hopeful moments
for infinity if need be
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2016
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