Assumption

 
I'd tell you a story      
though      
you'd have to lend me your ear      
a drink or two;    
Make them long and tall in      
smokey glass;  
And I      
like my tale to tell      
whispering       
twisting  
back and forth
earthward bound
winding pathwards   
till your door be found      
preventing my voice      
from its leaving      
breathless imprints
captured      
on ear drums beating    
   
Though    
maybe brief of tongue wagging    
this inclusion      
small incision      
a swirl of leaves to a      
sudden gust      
till settled      
rearranged      
calm      
different the outlook found
 
In it's conclusion         
an assumption it isn't      
on little given in change      
as the mind lays many footprints      
     
Hot to cold air being      
breathed out on a lovers      
darkened veil from under the      
scope ×2      
my discoveries
unchanged the world      
won't turn many keys      
to answers found
unlocked without mystery      
     
I carry many trinkets      
amulets without power      
goblets of wishful truth      
to pour out many a sorrowful taste      
     
[i]come..come  
I insist      
have a seat      
and your ear I'll tell unforgotten tales into.    
     
     
     
    [/i]