the resonance

it was pretty

like it had finally had the gentling

of itself through right usage

captured with the sacred oils

of considering hands

the wood gave bellow to it's own cutting

and crawled some blue

like spiders up the fretboard

all of the sunrises evident in the grain

all the tears of rain in the webs of branches woven

like the moon has his eyes closed and his mouth open

singing the darkness of the night

all of us children

our fathers were fools

our mothers lost and broken

but they were the children of forever too

lest we forget where the middle began

it's from the inception to the connection

the wanderer seeking the unmapped

and as guaranteed as your twin vision

and the equilibrium of your ear

which is to say

it's a carnival ride

and the clowns are evil incarnate

a song and a smile will hide you nicely

strum that forest piece kissed by secret lips

close your eyes

and sing the darkness of the night

the campfires await you