What One May

Sometimes it never happens, what one may desire the most
Your heart feels like a cinderblock on a bed of burnt toast,
For just when the worst seemed over and what more could occur?
Someone steps back and woe, a lack, back in again, a bell
Should be going off somewhere, still you manage like Baryhsnikov,
Mikhail to sail swan-like o'er the theatre floor oar less as you land
She materially like a spirit ghost appears to dance with the palm of your hand
Dissolves watching as your world revolves into the dust of sand and dusk
Has before you know the show has already closed and no one left but you
To pay the orchestra that played below but was not really ever there to cue
The nicotine halo angel choir to trip the wire hidden by a camouflaged wand
Which like childhood's stolen magic waves from over, underneath bright
Burning wings of light as an incarnated silver siren slips bye you for tonight
In a weather vane attempt to articulate 'you lost'
Sometimes it never happens, what one may desire the most...



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-08-17 at 23:53

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