Capture AbleAll the gritty oxygen in this room is streaming as a tight band of waves,
Ramming manically into the core of this candle's white flame.
The spiraling heat is blue and shriveled, so exposed, so bold.
A sphere of fear is tangible.
All directions visible.
Only one divine eternity, and it is burning, purity clinging to the wick.
A tower of wax, scantly molded, is to the air an enemy and quick.
The food of heat (so blue so white!) is the air sacred and cold.
Nightly fresh, unmusical.
Thy lips part and break a sound's held barrier and breath in oxygen.
My heat is taken from my lips, my breath, my sips, pulled from within.
My love sprawls in streams to your core for eternity in folds.
Loveable is comfortable.
Day-ScapeMeadows over endless meadows.
Say hello to Tuesday's mellow, staring down the sun.
It acts like no one is watching, up in the sky,
Golden to the eye. Ay, spy;
Bring something down.
An apple please, I'll let go of my gown.
Hills that cover endless hills
Are under April's cherry spills, staring down the sun.
They act as if they are nothing but the sky
As it is pink. Fallen to the ground.
Some blossoms please,
For I have now come down.
Dare say, may they, upon rivers,
Their heart's wrung worth of shivers, cold in the sun.
Such acts of murmers in an orchard,
Marvelous say I. Ay, cry;
Bring me a song
My master, please, nothing's wrong.
Ringlets into pretty ringlets.
Laughter in my bows, I'm a brunette, blotting out the sun.
You play with my shoes then we fall to grass.
Darling, I am lass. Ay, pass
Your hand by my breast,
Listen to my heart's low music, and rest.
Weather I SleepThough my window is shut and tight
It cannot hush the sounds tonight.
I can hear the mellow chimes below,
In the canopy where flowers grow.
The storm is strong and some snow we need;
Thus towards the beckoning tone it heeds.
So I mind the windsong through the glass
As some vague lesson or a class.
In intervals the tune is played
But the snow has sadly been delayed.
Still through locked pane and wood it seeps,
The song; like springtime it does peep.
High and low in octaves moist,
A soothing melody is hoist;
Aloft in some strange universe
That is called night- so we've rehearsed.
One quiet pause is 'nough to hear
To convince me that the ice is here.
So now in comfort do I lay
As snow dust travels near to play.