The princess and the fool

These rocks are smooth  
 
He recognized their every single move  
 
The path he’s treading after  
 
Filled with laughter  
 
Nothing new  
 
Insists it’s just a casual  
 
Less than average afternoon  
 
No trouble with his words  
 
since he cast them at the moon  
 
Completing lists of things  
 
 he’s been procrastinating…  
 
Soon  
 
But he’s smitten  
 
And he’s with it  
 
Always traveling toward  
 
His doom  
 
Her clocks tell time too soon  
 
She’s sitting in her kitchen  
 
Baking  bread crumbs before noon  
 
Divination without placement  
 
Spinning heartstrings  
 
With no loom  
 
It’s not that she has him captured  
 
It’s just the way  
 
her magic works the room  
 
So the tragedy just had to be  
 
The fact that he assumed  
 
His path would be the difference  
 
That she lacked but that’s too soon  
 
And in this there’s a sonnet  
 
So he sings her half a tune  
 
But it's funny cause he always  
 
Loses breath before he croons  
 
But he’s loud enough to lift  
 
The kisses  
 
From all the petals as they bloom  
 
And she pins this on her groom  
 
While he sinks back to the background  
 
The only place he ever knew  
 
Nothing else to do  
 
But just miss her and resume  
 
The laughter in the void of love  
 
The Princess and the fool