John Charley
. whatever my heart
time finds a pleasant place.
when there, time brings it
home;
package wrapped, of its only
good
place, leaving bad beside
form organised to airs-foam;
what a wondrous wonderful
place,
patterns-by, making to its
only beauty,
and only when daylight
reflects,
time goes to find, where it
finds
and now, it is here, where us
is found.
until nobody knows it's
amongst
and to where it gets, past to
its sleep
as tallest shadows are
getting taller,
as its time takes much of
this place
eyes everything, dreams
beating large
eyes everything, deformed
visions to see,
mind dead inside,
monsters-making
place categorised, time-timed,
space contaminations as
chemical cleanse.
Then the tallest leaf would
dance;
wind songs, fertilised daily
of this place.but
something scent somewhere
knows-
though a child walks the
night streets alone,
something scent somewhere
knows-
though the mouth redeemed of
beauty sings,
something scent somewhere
knows,
things might break to think
somewhere.
just don't leave unguard the
hearted.
©️ john charley
