Mon Vert

When I lay in bed For too long I cannot help but wander To the things That I cannot have the raspness Of sweet vanilla the bone of being provoked And the addiction in a pink dress Draping  that falls too easily Underneath the breast The vein to which the blood stops running in its jet black void the very core the apples move Like a serpent.

I'm afraid That leaving  beyond memory Is a thing about Meeting with time If time becomes Somewhat like us Will it wear a red hat A classic baton A sleek tie If it was to bring hatred Is it to make me feel? The seasons are changing here But time seems to not feel it  It is the mere taste of the wind Afterall it is inanimate A corrupt thing who journeys To pend our end Find our end And eventually he says "There is no answer." It carries so much Likeness  It is almost love.

The sky is being lit By a thousand stars In each  Carries a memory A strong hold Of human sadness In desolate Loneliness Seeing each other Not touching each other Looking amongst the darkness Past where the heavens And birds cannot fly  To see their light It is mesmerising To be lost I am meeting the eye To my heart And I realize Even then the braveness Cannot bring me to choose Because... Oh life is a curious cat Brings me to sing  Because music is not reaching Me again For I am Sitting down Where the icicles keep Coming back There is no end to this day.

Shall I hope for it? If I ask God what I want Will He bring it to me? This mind belongs to the body Ye t in lingering notes I pray it belongs to me.