January 29, 2017

i never took your picture

I put you on the yellow walls
as sunset fades
pianos fall
cascading tunes
crashing wide
invisible words
we like to
hide

burnt up pains
angles of you
(ain't quite right)

though
like a bird
i can't sit tight
leaning in 
like
a tied up tree
sapling baby
yearningly
what sane ones
call
a dream
fleeting-flee

i tapped a nail
i hung a string
beneath a branch
i heard you sing
so there you'll be
framed like a seed
watered
loved
despite
Real-ity

a turquoise frame
made out of wood
an island
held
beyond
what should
be 
in my hands
as they are weak
touch
my mouth
that shouldn't speak

silence dear
is apropos, i know
even when
i can't do-so
once again
i tell my stupid heart

to
just 

let

you

go