Have you been

Writing to a ghost inside,

A place where the hearts timer resides,

Waiting and beating patiently,

Seeing more than I can see,

Or when it bumps it up a notch,

Can you see spirits inner knocks,

Or where I lay could you make it safe,

To lay without churning instead.

And though my Cantor’s a tempo’d tune,

I report to outer moons delight.

So where promise met the evil bread,

A turn a day to inside light,

Beyond one word I never hide.

Freedom came and went,

Policed it quite all wrong,

Priest met Italy’s inner thread,

And one dear man is better said,

And then was all the little kittens,

And God met canines littered vein,

So without hiding anymore song,

I’ll say I managed it quite wrong,

Solely surely slowly good,

Will be better for the neighbourhood.