I
“get ‘er done; up an’ at ‘em”
your words drug me, young
from slumber into the day
and in the crevice without
Nature or Nurture
full-grown and gangly I hid away
II
too same in our disposition
I think…will I become you?
silently tune-turned inward?
after all
we both force-forged light from dark
that tinges every fiber
of our body-soul-mindedness
rethinking, I ‘spose not
we leaned in toward
paths divergent after all
somewhere somehow someway
‘sides, how can I become you
when even becoming me is a chore
III
without focus I walkabout
to where the searing light of summer
into gray eyes blue-green seeps
into a place in the sun where
the hours of yestermorrow
haunt in a haze of light mist
IV
while too soon will you away
to drift to ethers’ kiss
and the dark will win the day
over nights of dreams
filling the years we missed
“…all the days of our lives…” ~ Never Land, The Sisters of Mercy
