High Lea

It was a narrow evening
Your ivory aunt was carving
a big arrow, and
there was a braid of flimsy dandelion
on each of it's tip


She thought she said,
in a lonely purr of the narrow late evening
some loving words
Instead of impure condemns on her
flabby dignity


Hence, she closed the curtains,
half through the thin glass of the window
So that the remaining of the dying sunlight
wouldn't shine through yours,
and hers troupe
That you have been keeping since Genroku


A gleam of light flicked off
You yawned, the trees followed


If you could remember, the next morning
or so we know,
you led her to a high lea
Where dawn embraces the ground
Where memories kiss the verge of humanly wound


She stood with wildgazing eyes
Astounded
You assured yourself that
she was counting stars
While you know she was counting despairs
and wars


Skyline's beam
Deformed army of radiance drops
From which you gather yours
and hers beliefs
You're almost ready to return


The scent of vanilla latte
smited her low-hanging head
A thing erupted within her fragile, muted cream build
She cracked a smile


As she rose her hand, pink and shaky
the trigger was pulled softly


In the meantime, when her hand melt in wary
around the black metal
She fell in love
with it's coldness
And that estranged her, from even her own universe


It was a narrow dawn
Your gules aunt was wrapped in chiffon
In a lonely purr of the narrow late morning
You blew a dandelion,
on a tip of an arrow
trying to hold on


She is the one who left
But you are the one who got away





~c, b. e. w
October 22th 2013