All the trickery comes with faults
and the second face falls short
The addiction to the keys is often
a battle of realization that can not be appeased
Taking my sword and swinging it down
What falls there is also my shadow
For all the wishes that are created in the sun
often disappear at midnight
Waking again with the intentions hanging upon the branch
Wondering if I can reach the fruit this time
Or once again, scooping berries off the ground.
and the second face falls short
The addiction to the keys is often
a battle of realization that can not be appeased
Taking my sword and swinging it down
What falls there is also my shadow
For all the wishes that are created in the sun
often disappear at midnight
Waking again with the intentions hanging upon the branch
Wondering if I can reach the fruit this time
Or once again, scooping berries off the ground.
Shall it suffice?
If I climb into the trunk
and sit within the V
Perhaps it shall be seen
What has openly alluded me!
Being within reach of the precious prize
I shall gain insight of the bird's eye
by Melissa Rubin
© (All Rights Reserved)
Will they be ripe?
Should I reach higher for the fruit that hangs intended to be achieved?
What answer can be the true desire?
Sitting close to my sword
Considering it's point
I bet I can swiftly disjoint
the fruit with great ease
Until it dawns on me
That should this be so
What can be learned with such a hasty treat?
Should I reach higher for the fruit that hangs intended to be achieved?
What answer can be the true desire?
Sitting close to my sword
Considering it's point
I bet I can swiftly disjoint
the fruit with great ease
Until it dawns on me
That should this be so
What can be learned with such a hasty treat?
If I climb into the trunk
and sit within the V
Perhaps it shall be seen
What has openly alluded me!
Being within reach of the precious prize
I shall gain insight of the bird's eye
by Melissa Rubin
© (All Rights Reserved)