aDarkerMind

From Kingdom Come

From kingdom come

What better art is here now Summers\' fruits

Hibernate with the black swans

In a pocket full of photographs

With a slice of cheese

And a bookmark for the fuchia\'s never read.

Wild flower roots in a breakfast bowl

Each morning falls a darker shade 

Of Olive trees lime green and breathing still.

No time to crawl now the frost has capped my ears

Tapped my eyes with rabbits blood

Traded me for a compass-point and quill.

I am two miles shy of where I cannot be.

My collar turned and whiter

Than the secrets you possess

That dared caress my eyelids

The second time we met.

It was the freckles on your pillow

Taking root in the marrows heart

With eyes as sad as a wet September day.

I have found again my walnut tree

Deep beneath a forest

Full of buttercups and orange tambourines.

Singing for my supper

Through a slot-machine with the eyebrows of a goat.

From kingdom come

To the floating bridge 

On a never ending sea of tempered leaves;