5:00

It's that feather on a rooftop
Trickling across
Smashing into a train
And neither lost,
Added eloquence for one
A spirited remedy.
For the other, a safety
Strength,
Arms of steel emeralds.
Travelling onward
Purposeful clatter, alive
Smitten with the decoration
The caress of
Fragmented beauty,
Every flutter--defining.
Inside, soft jazz,
As intrinsic as our first words.

un-composed static

don't let him love her, you say

if he loves her

he will love you

but what if he

is two people, too?

broken, beautifully

one soul split in half

become two, again,

of their own.

i do not love him

only the split diversity

relishing in irrational reaction.

his hands are the moon

strumming and staying 

his eyes are the rain

emotions are swaying

gently, he is saying

"poetic, a fairy-tale"

words of a nightingale.

let me fall.