(written in July of 2014 a la bewilderment)
It started from hope and then sprung from the mote.
The castle soon sung of the dreams it had wrote.
It refused to lay broken, instead it soaked in the quote:
"I am but a man and you're but a note."
He knew his walls would always stand afloat.
A fan of the land, but still fine out at sea.
I do my best writing through the eyes of she.
A tree, underwater, is still standing free.
So, I long to stand beside it, hoping it guides me.
Would be my ivory, family tree.
For children stay children until they admit:
The problems they see...well, they're half of it.
Unfit to empathize with the eyes that commit,
They decide to push, point fingers and spit.
I quit too, but don't you think that befits?
I'm aware of the meaning, but find it difficult to hear.
I know that the silence of love comandeers -
My everything. I fight it but have felt it for years.
It's not that endearing, but is the only thing joining me here.
A castle, an ocean and love fill my air.
I beckon them closer, but forget what to do when they're there.