He Knows Now the Lights Are Out
He Knows Now The Lights Are Out
In his heart
despair runs,
it runs sad,
along her lost horizons,
rough seas,
swallowing him not.
Oh how he wished
on a lost chartered course,
brief with her,
for a better ride of fate.
For great pots of her mystery,
he drank,
hoping to get closer.
It turned out to be a mirage,
where he felt a nightmare,
prompting
him to drink more of it.
For sadly,
the sun never stretched,
the clouds never rained.
Blossoms poked in the dark,
shadow dancing!
Yes, ma'am,
shadow dancing they did.
Like a lonesome dove,
dancing and singing to deaf ears.
For sadly, now,
fields of love left untouched,
with his voice suppressed,
dying in the winds to nowhere.
Did he say
a tumbleweed got somewhere?
It matters.
And, oh, how he wished,
she not tangle the tango.
Or be baking his bacon.
Oh, how he wished she took him in.
And somehow he be coveted,
lost,
and maybe be found,
by her
in her rough seas
of lost ways.
How remote would that be?
A beacon blinking for him
just to say hi, and a cup of coffee.
connie pachecho
5/25/17
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