Please, Leda, don't whisper false dreams
Those shades drop slowly that evening
But even then I could see
As my morning lark priested on his perch
Signaling the days events
I saw that Leda in stony nights thoughts
An unwelcome omen, a breaching tirade
To unsung ears of a certain octave
I broke silence while my bones could not
To a passionate whisper
Beneath hues of colored transformation
I begged these words to you
And yet I dream of far away
Disconnecting every second
So I am drifting away these tender days
And want you to be cared for
And sleep in reds and oranges I know not
Never wanting any harm to come to you
Though you, I can tell are golden
And made of stronger material
Than wishes tend on
As I festoon my heart always
Drained open like caesar’s body
Trusting that Ill means was never meant
But care and hope and every sunshine
That nature deems us
To grab with both hands
Held like a prayer book
To the early light
Where twixt the sun and bed’s seduction
We can begin anew
And greet whatever demon comes our way
With lilacs pressed against
Our ever present smirking curiosity
Please, Leda, don’t whisper false dreams
