No new love or confection
ingested to stimulate
it’s vigour and resilience
Live this elaborate esse
It’s a complicated ordeal
this thing called life
it’s detailed, complex and convoluted
No solution enters to partake
A ritual commanded of the two of us
From circumstances derived not usual
As we seek, challenge and decipher
No solution enters to partake
The one that completes me
We’re alike you and I
collateral in kind and surety
My kindred coequal
the one that completes me
Calling to function and purpose
There’s a ditty, a melody, a tune
a calling to function and purpose
A niche, a position, vocation
begging a familial long
Heed this change in fate
No surge or burst to billow forth
My mind is blank, sparse and wordless
attached to no great flurry
No surge or burst to billow forth
Just too damn Ceccato
as she listens, shy and red faced
he waxes, lashings of words, to be heard
in no uncertain terms or order, for her
Patience is Mortality?
We celebrate them getting married
and the weight that may well burst
Deafening my early morning Silence
Noise is:
the chatter of people on their early morning walk
deafening my early morning Silence
