1.
Twelve-eleven
Just past midday.
Lying on this bed alone
Looking through the window
Staring at clouds, bulbous
Promising all to youth.
May try to latch on one
Catch a dream, perchance
Floating on forever
Away from distress and pain.
I long for chances to prove myself
Can show and give so much
Plans and dream hatch
Eggs crack, hatch to realise the truth.
2.
Twelve-twelve
Just past midday.
Disappearing fast, wind shifts
Wispy threads are all that's left now
Dreams dissolving into the air
Less to touch on and fly away.
Some dreams are gained, others lost
New dreams now, comes with age
Hope replaces reckless mood
Settle in and eke all out.
3.
Twelve-thirteen
Just past midday.
Now sagacity abides in this ancient shell
But nobody hears the long-lost songs
Would believe such intense poems from the heart
All an echo away; endless now....into dreamy wisps.
hm....
S T, 31 May 2013
Written a while back, seems to fit pieces of this clockwork-melody.
Ain't clouds just...sooo beautiful, hm?
Wanted to make it 'midnight clouds', but then I thought...wait a minute, who the hell sees midnight clouds? lol
Ok, I do :)
Crazy, huh.
sub-entry:
'clock-work melody'
magenta flutters by, draped in gilt
stuck on your shoe.
from canal to canal, the traveler goes
seeking currents to the shore.
often, dreams can make you fly a bit
best to keep alive.
absolute truth larks in clockwork songs
melody of cottony swathes.
if you dare dream so hard enough
them visions will prevail.
hell-o!