Poetry

Love subdues all inhibitions, 
taking from you all control.
Leaving you blind to all current conditions.
Capturing whats left of your soul.

Helpless lark above the mason's window, 
how long till you finally lift your wings? 
Why be dispositioned to follow the widow? 
Have you no where else to sing? 

Perched upon the window seal, 
high above the saturated ground.
Struggling to remember whats real, 
and holding on to reminiscing sounds.

Afraid of flying off and going down.
Into the tears you left for me
Going down and then drown.
In the sad love of your memory.

So alone you sit in her visual comfort, 
drowning in her sweet soft image.
Hoping not to be hurt
from your self-ordained breakage.