And The Becoming

What’ll I do when magic fails to stall, When sand will slip, and night will fall. When remembrance of that night fades, Staff will break, and spells will be waste.   What’ll I do when I fail to recall your face, When lights will go out, and heart will race. Something felt like love makes an escape, Chants will die, and nothing will brace. 

Hiding debris of wicked lies Repainted acts in colored stripes Suckling bosom of rotten dye Repaired fractures in tainted time Feeding worms to emptiness inside Relapsed again on unforgiving ride Peeking through cracks in the blind Rebirthed naked fright that night Breeding holes in the lust sublime   Entwined selves smeared with grime Smothering dry with hands fragile Estranged bearing dripped in vile

Restlessness endeared a faint smile, Smile embellished the sleeping eyes. Eyes conferred the longing sight, Sight where you and I chat tonight.

The floating boat on the seashore, Pieces of paper brought from home. The bus rides to the morning school, And, fading of faces along the road.    Holding memories of those days, And, trying to keep the visions safe. I witnessed all that and much more, In your eyes and the stories, you told. Soon, an intimacy grew in the remote, Even in the silences we began to emote. Unspoken feelings entwined in the tales, Dreamt for a house built of glass panes. Simplicity which you wear with pride, And things you hide with rolling eyes. Naked words for sure would cost a dime, But, wrapped in wink only cast a smile.

Fictitious melody charms and fright, While, celestial bodies circle the night. Fiona’s music enchants the mind, A paper bag is all that’s left behind.  The flaming lips make you realize, Unknown breaches the road familiarize. But what’ll I do when magic fails to stall, When sand will slip, and the night will fall. (11/6/2016)