Glistening Words

 

Listening to glistening words

Birds circle endlessly, mindlessly

Finding time, rhyme and primal thoughts

Begotten of stress-this mess is blessed

With the higher pyre

 

Nonsense is at best a defense

Minded, blended and blinded

By single-minded purpose, designed to

Usurp us and refined in kind

In a scheme yet dreamed

 

To enter December in its icy splendor

Pagan rite! Delight in the sight

The brighter eyefest tested and

Carried back, hairy, black in fact

And too inquisitively dismal

 

Listening to glistening words

A coy ally to toy with in time

The signs still sublime

Yet clear with fear…so near

From our hearts it parts

 

Nonsense makes pensive expanses

When chance leaves the dance, heaves

And pushes forth…towards the door

Barred by a tardy heart, alerted, harmed

In its charmed alarm

 

To enter December, white and tender

Remembering the clever lover of forever

Pulled and pulled, fooled by cruel words

Heard, hard discarded, broken-hearted

Never started and hence departed