R
Rondo
Guest
To Timing Hearts
Doubling
for was
like touching the surface
of the atom
slit thought of the wave particle
from the scope
through the form which shifts
echoing the like through
to you
Dreaming ever
of love and everything wrong
at Christmas
by the fire
which your fiddle bled
from the brightness of tears
burning slow
in it's blind rain
as most blushes
to paint
Flowering so
rare like the wind
of ships
storming from the force
of the brittle act
to grief
Like love
should always loose
a thousandth
of a second behind thinking ever
of the shoulder
which it's lids touched
when it as lived strutting from
ditties gusting red
in it's glistening cradle
to rescue
Doubling
for was
like touching the surface
of the atom
slit thought of the wave particle
from the scope
through the form which shifts
echoing the like through
to you
Dreaming ever
of love and everything wrong
at Christmas
by the fire
which your fiddle bled
from the brightness of tears
burning slow
in it's blind rain
as most blushes
to paint
Flowering so
rare like the wind
of ships
storming from the force
of the brittle act
to grief
Like love
should always loose
a thousandth
of a second behind thinking ever
of the shoulder
which it's lids touched
when it as lived strutting from
ditties gusting red
in it's glistening cradle
to rescue