Tuesday, May 4, 2010

As the Crow Flies

A knack for unprecedented trouble,
Unceremoniously, make that double.
Surely, me and you,
Together we just wouldn’t do.

As we walk, dusk descends,
In this hour the moon crescents.
The twinkling stars, seem afar.
The doors of hope still ajar.


Unperturbed by mindless fears,
The captain above this ship doth steers.
Cascading through mind boggling routes,
We’d be wise just to follow suit.

In a daze, but still in place.
Unruffled by that perplexed chase.
Whims of fancy, hold center stage,
Caught in a battle I wouldn’t wage.

Captivated so, by that mackerel sky,
Physical wants I can’t defy.
Pangs of thirst singe my throat,
No other emotions of more worthy note.

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