Worlds and Words and Cabins of Freedom

The unsung song of that songbird

that always would sing

Handing out sparks 

with freshly ground coffee 

at 8 am in the morning 

She'll always be a good girl 

leaving trails of fragments

as her sun would rise

and his slowly set 

Might forever be 

passionate kisses 

and words

on top of words 

on top of worlds 

on top of silence 

between chemical connections 

gluing together 

disconnected synapses 

along strings of intangible hair 

in sighs of pleasures 

as stillness would rise;

Because flickering, fluttering winter storms 

Somewhere beyond right and wrong

departing trails of his butterfly guilt 

flaring away in soft phrases he'd say

building a cabin on walls that she built

away 

       and away                                                                 There is a Garden

                     and away 

                                 and away

                                               "I will meet you there"