In the silent park,
reading poetry
my verses went dark,
my spirit was free.
The bees did flutter
around the white haze
of heat like butter
melted on the gaze.
The words were woozy,
crashing waves on rocks;
please, mam, excuse me;
my heart knows no locks,
other than the rain
when it starts to fall
just as you were fain
to heed nature's call.
And run with gold wings
on your seasoned back;
I know what time brings:
the mysteries of lack.
The honey sings now
the sweet siren's sound;
lights like danger howl,
there's no life around.
Except for you, me
and the potential
to become the sea
and be essential.
urbansonnets 