The Shape I'm In

 
~Summer 2014~




 How much I miss
 to moss-in-love
 holding the mold
 to gorgon-stone

 a lifetime ago, this
 ancient road.

 Horizons beam
 my wanderlust dream:

 I am dim of years
 in dandelion-blaze
 as my wildcat-smarts
 dig field mouse-bait

 still sleek (From Behind)
 with the Sun-Going-Down
 ‘til morning lurks
 to hone the worm

 & I (alone,

 at-night,
  aloof-on-hooves
  & rambling for love
  at the Back of Beyond)

 wish-to-bite
 these curious skies
 with reborn eyes
 on firefly wings
 across the ranging twang

 countryside crows
 (with craggily-bent)
 these hard-up-hills
 to the faceless brunt.

 I brow my spells
 in leafy-black
 where halfskulls moon
 in pretty-pink.

 

 (Colors-to-dust
   by the lush of dusk)

 :

 I am mossed & made
 on the honey.bear mark.

 I mulch & murk
 'til the unicorn drinks.



 How little you miss
 to dwell-in-stone
 these forgotten roads
 a lifetime ago.

 Horizons sing
 of worm & wing,

 that perpetual gaze
 of rock & gust.