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MAYFLY
The Burj Khalifa not the sun
Eclipses the moon
And Burj Arab not a dhow
Night sails to Iran
Nothing really is real
Yet it's still over
Nothing to distill
Nothing to mull over
Yet I wish you were here
An other to hold
A warmth my dear
When the nothing is cold
So I'll name all your names
A riot of kisses call your name
A roof top screaming
As if it was September
And there's nothing my dear
Nothing to hold onto
With this nothing to hold onto
I may fall I may fly
Eclipses the moon
And Burj Arab not a dhow
Night sails to Iran
Nothing really is real
Yet it's still over
Nothing to distill
Nothing to mull over
Yet I wish you were here
An other to hold
A warmth my dear
When the nothing is cold
So I'll name all your names
A riot of kisses call your name
A roof top screaming
As if it was September
And there's nothing my dear
Nothing to hold onto
With this nothing to hold onto
I may fall I may fly
Published 17th Aug 2017
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- Edited 27th Dec 2019 12:45pm
17th Aug 2017 3:33pm
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17th Aug 2017 4:44pm
The perception.. of the "reality" of the non-realty....
or...
(Perhaps a clever word-play)Transitory....and transfiguring...as the stages of the May Fly's brevity of existence--an entire lifetime in a mere 9 days..it "may fall", or it "may fly"....as those brief moments in our lives...when faced with decisions.
Whale, my friend...this has an almost visionary quality. I am enjoying the mind's journey that your piece inspires!
or...
(Perhaps a clever word-play)Transitory....and transfiguring...as the stages of the May Fly's brevity of existence--an entire lifetime in a mere 9 days..it "may fall", or it "may fly"....as those brief moments in our lives...when faced with decisions.
Whale, my friend...this has an almost visionary quality. I am enjoying the mind's journey that your piece inspires!
18th Aug 2017 9:35am
18th Aug 2017 8:13am
sailing with the night in the exotic locales of your poem;
& neither would we fall or fly
but for a woman...
& neither would we fall or fly
but for a woman...
18th Aug 2017 9:35am
Anonymous
19th Aug 2017 6:50pm
oh god this deliciously precious,
i am so lost for words.. .
i am so lost for words.. .
19th Aug 2017 11:50pm
