Frozen in an hour –
Elphin – and at the Out Port,
Nicely in their hands:
Cygnets – a couple
Cygnets – a couple
Of the seasonal flowers –
I yearn – too much love –
Dance with the sunshine
And on beyond the sea and
Of the snow as well
Thoughlit – an inch out –
It is now's beauty inside
An old man's named bed.
By his chest an arm
With the ball of his son, whom
The Monday bell peal clanged
Midnight – at the end
Roads are your way to get to
The next step-helped hours
Colours will look like a
Looking-forwards form of all
Opportunity
Within the first twelve
Of his lifetime interests,
I am aloneness;
And could I but tell
You that you can do the same –
I yearn to believe –
Without the grace that
You inside me know I love –
You will not want me.
© BionicAlly, 2019
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