Why are you so downcast?
Creativity is but a tempest herald away,
May we see how you see us,
As bold and brave,
Colder to the shoulder was the serpents kiss,
Blind yet seen through a reflected tune,
Simmering below a heart so yearning and cool,
Because when time stopped sound,
It resounds so loud,
To be given anew again.
And surely the when,
Of a crumpet or horn,
Would interrupt those godly thoughts,
I would bounce back into fruition, and momentarily judge,
That I have a vicious sword,
Hilted at my side,
And a light on my tips, the fingers and so
I put it down because
There’s tomorrow
Clear & Precise Resumes 