Alone, Near Done For.....
lie at your
down in the mist
of a dream of mine, the dream of a broken old man, alone
in his diminished world worth little, (if anything at at
anything at all).
Moon Maiden all aglow in a place
beyond my space. ( He's a'wishing
he could start all over, a fresh
new coat of paint
all over every thing.
(This life been okay, fine, but I guess I must be greedy.....wanting to
see what happens, ( o. wanton childishness! Ha.)
to try-it-again, wit a heart a bit more
resilient, not so prone to
brokenness, not so weak, not so frightened, not so shy,
able to gamble, take more chances (or some
thing like that).
Some kind of light peeking out of darkness, (or dark behind
Things are not ever so much as could have been, Now
it's all but disappeared........
easy came, easy gone....