Catch22
With my name,
Escapes the forever from your eyes
Mused to where yesterday's toys
Continuing their wintered play
Along lost twilit walls
Melt beneath plastic suns
Out drawn from comforting colors
Less figurative in speech
Than some new arrival
Imposing as yet another day
Tho' where life has sustained
Remains as yet, lucidity of thought
And love entertains, ever still,
As most fantastic an illusion
In my being as sense,
Am I to weep of eerie calm
Should the ebullience of wine
Deny cutting me into
Of ebony strands
With your nocturne skies
Or do I simply cry
Unto the cornered vapors
Of an inconsequential dawn
Until your name evolves?
