Second Time Around
The night folds into my mind, burrowing through webs of memories In an espionage invasion to surface the darkest,
But is left like the depleted supper less husky dog in the arctic deserts whine of dis-empowered catharsis.
For on this night not even the swirl of mischievous clouds could offer a place for the timid moon to seek shelter,
From the warming expulsion of loneliness found on the
Creme Of the oceans kilter,
It was unknown to him to why the one rusted padlock of the lady's cruel iron gate had to him been un fastened,
A wonder lusting spectacle that had so provocatively flirted with this naive boys curiosity summon,
He'd once before trespassed through a rotting oak fence but unready for the Eden that positioned Itself behind,
Found himself acting hastily in devouring the awe and inhaling the constant mystique that he did find,
Though time had now placed itself within his grip and the last grain of hourglass sand had diffused to his palm,
And as as swift as the valiance of the great speckled bird she brought from the pressure an essence of calm,
And for a second the sky hauled itself close enough to eat as had been in a time before wealth and greed,
Which the boy though young, respected and cut off a trimming just enough to satisfy and feed,
And as the gate opened a beam of greatness illuminated a brief light to the otherwise mundane walkway,
Engraving a path that called upon the steps of his boots, granting entrance and ushering the return of the skyway,
For the lives of outsiders,a tranquil normality of status quo continued to thrive upon the hectic shallow street,
But for him and her an endeavour of fantasy and opportunistic perfection took them by the arms willing greet.
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