Let's make resolutions
I've only got problems and no solutions
You're just someone to the world
But you're the world
To someone else who told you
Oh heart of mine
Sing a sad song, sing a sad song...
~*~
So there the two of us were;
Caught in silent meditation
Sipping hot elderflower tea
Heaped with a dash of sky
Minty wisps of teal clouds
And comminuted sunlight
To expel the common cold
The infirmity that bothered
You and I into a contagious
Decrepitude and debilitation
.
You didn't wish to be a man
Chasing sunflower's whorls
Spiralling deeper into a lazy
Oblivion, you need a change
I didn't aim to be that person
Watching her pace when she
Walks, chasing the tiled gaps
'Til I slam headfirst into a wall
Blindly, I had needed a change
.
I deigned for a fresh start fever
Perhaps I could sweat one out
You sat in a chair of oak wicker
Already setting the kettle down
You've added spoonful, for two
Of well-wishes to your already-
Overflowing cup of coppertone
As I asked galaxies, precipitate
Some stars so I can taste lights
.
So there we were then, you and I
Daintily relishing our own cuppas
Patient, taciturn, in piqued smiles
Waiting for sunset to drown us in
Waiting for nightfall to kill us both
Never mind it is way past our teatime
Never mind that I'm using your spoon
Perhaps leaves weren't the resolution
But the company we've both savoured.
~*~
Warning you
Oh, heart of mine
Sing a sad song
And it's a fresh start fever
Who wouldn't want to be here?
Welcome to the future
Dream a little bigger...
YOU ARE READING
Oneirology
Poetry♦♦♦ Oneirology: the study of dreams. Dreary reality intertwined with nuances of dreamy phantasm; for when my quill is spitting iridescent rainbow mirages instead of murky ink puddles. ♦♦♦
