tides tremble
and press wild thumbs into hollow hearts
3 stars in the nights sky
they circle around trees to remember
sirens from hearts core to the day of birth and death
none left behind
thee activating sheath to inaugurate the future
to taste the tale you long to tell.
to spoon feed those who scream for more.
i
the marionette
a musing dance through loves intent
how intelligent to drive their eyes to small ones
how intelligent the small ones to drive their eyes
to yes.
to this.