~~~ Innocuous ~~~
~ Innocuous ~
Did evening make her long again,
For time's bereft goodbyes?
Will morning take girl's song again,
When expectations rise?
Shall noon repeal woe's tongue again,
So no flesh hears her cries?
Could midnight wright her wrong again,
Thenst dry belle's myrtle eyes?
Jazz, perfume and lover's tunes;
Noms de plume in empty rooms.
Vacant hearts haunt lonely beds;
Gifts unopened, words unsaid.
Would Monday save doll from the flood,
If Tuesday gave her all he could?
Wilt Wednesday lift babe high above,
If Thursday promised Friday's love?
Should Saturday quash her insurrection,
If Sunday showed dame new direction?
Could weeks and months that passed her by,
Grow wings, return, undo the lie?
Yea, kissed by April, June remembers,
Why May's lost love basks by the embers,
Of hearts still warm, 'mid cold Decembers,
Which March bestowed via dream-time senders.
Ain't no one else who can replace,
Autumnal lips on a summertime face;
Bright sun-streamed eyne hath burned once more,
Like beams thro' morn's creation door.
Old words bound by time's rhythmic cage,
News heard, mute hearts of bygone rage,
Thenst lift 'pon high unto the stage,
Her love, laid down here page by page.