Words don’t come easily
Bubbling in the night
Only to dissipate today
They don’t arrive
And upon arrival,
They’ve already left
Somewhere, Anywhere
But here
Anywhere
Just not Here.
Here is where I want it
Here, I lie
Awake,
Asleep,
Tossing,
Turning every page.
Hoping to find and keep
That spark
That light,
To light a fire
Extinguished.
Languished sack of
Raw potatoes.
They’ve more zest than this.
And there it goes.
There they go
Here no, there
No, just anywhere
But here
Blank blank
Blinking at what
Nothing but an unsalted
Bowl
Domed by imitation Silver.
Fool’s gold.
Traded for a measly craft.
A craft only to be used
– A forbidden use
I might add –
During witch’s hour
The hour most necessary
For both dreams
Dreams that light a fire
To this page
Dreams that
Smoke into
Pepperminted eyes.
‘Tis Time
To Wait
For night bubbles
To dissipate into-day
About the Creator
XM
Language: Romance, Hobbies: Temporary, Limits: Theoretically-- None; Realistically-- Some.
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