Mon Vert

  I am lost in the seasons That I long to write for the summer Why must I wave my hand Goodbye it must be because of the heat The unromantic heat But the warmth  is to be missed The shades are no longer Around And my voice is strained Time is a time too slow I am wearing out my disguise.

I am electrified  Once again Putting weight on my toes Carelessly  You are making me Feel old And rugged An already strung guitar another day Find me again The sense is not with me I am merely tucking  Shoelaces inside my shoes The weight on me is falling  Down I'm afraid There is no one behind  The door.

Lovely as you are I am beginning to think About you Just as the pies Go from scarlet  To peaches The roundabouts you left me tongue-tied cold to my toes Grounded Yet the spirit is above  The ground Cluelessly making my mind just for you This version The many versions I want to leave the bitterness To you I want to be true.

 when light is caught on your skin As you accept it why must your  Lips be like the dawn The intuit feel  Of a good harvest Why must it look  Plush Abundant And alive