N i g h t e n g a l a

anew....keep me away
from what weakens me
The winter eyes
the summer small
the autumn dark hair
....

Have never been finer..No need to PM this
my writing is increasing in paremeters
as it should and as I desire

I am boring the normal of same same
as any and all in my fine city here in Canada

and yet....THERE are new muses
perfection and intellect
the fast craft of conversation
and angles

it is normality I dread most
having never been satisfied
with that simple hunger
that ordinary pleasure
of that being

I prefer to be alive
prefer to never have
that hunger sated
but to be en route

examining all the
pretty and dark realms

awaiting winter
and the fall

and enjoying the treasures
of summer
beneath the crown
of this season

...

Thank You