“When
the Lords of March Have Fallen”
When I freeze the seconds of life
Falling from my tongue,
They become an early breeze
Of the things I’ve forgotten.
Often I look upon thy hill
And observe all that is green,
Hoping you will again return
To my internal pastures,
And feast upon the strawberries of my mind
Until the Unicorns again flourish around me.
Just for a moment,
When I freeze all my apostrophes and retract,
I can again taste the heartbeat of the tides.
I often wonder if the beasts can contain me,
And explode into hues of blossoming colours.
When I taste the roses of your sweet petals,
It all comes migrating back to me,
Into me, through me, but never near me.
And so I continue tasting the afterglow,
Until your sweet petals no longer have fallen.
ToasterKing
Friday, January 16, 1998