After Wesley Allsbrook
Where is the flying angel?
Introspection transgression
wings stretch out to the clouds
there are unspoken ripples with wind to blow you on by
simple rubber band snaps in your hair
suspenders holding you aware
my hand rolls up
your thumb folds back into mine
too many unspeakables here
do you wear a loin cloth as a mask?
Inside a floating auburn expression
the black night is highlighted by a red sparrow
chirping daydreams only to unfold swiftly once the sun falls down
my feet keep on turning away from the sky
I wish to sketch the sublime so I dont forget how blurry my thoughts have become
heavy shoulders dont notice me
leaves turn you around
your face remains hidden
which language do you speak? English, French or a mixture of heart and soul
spinning top makes me enlightened
a white feather found on the road to discovery tells me my face doesnt matter
it is only the quest for answers that lingers on
your angular veins juxtapose my responses
with no water to wet my face
I am a spartan of least spoken words
longing for freedom, I draw your name in the sand
please beware that my excess baggage is crushing me
for this though, I have left you an inheritance
a bow shoelace to tie your locks
and a way out in which to expose your eyes
so let me breathe as I hold onto to your shoulders
in this moment I realize you mean more to me than diamond studded cuff links
no longer do I guess where I belong for you have brought me home