I Wait Until

.
white stick standstill
plumes of blue
carry your will
.
lion chasing under stars
toward the isle
buildings as bars
.
lifting your quill
look on until
.
something twists and I
I feel amazing and
someone turns and I
I feel the chill
I wait until…..
.
I bend, you break
I mend, you take
I send, you rate the day
in nines and eights, you
sit upon your throne of late,
you carve it on your silver
platter, again
until the end
until the end
until the end
.
seeded eyes of black
sombre handsome beauty
I say, I say it back
.
the snail that left the shore
that can’t turn back
or swim no more
.
ohh, ohh
will wait until…..
.
something twists and I
I feel amazing and
someone turns and I
I feel the chill
I wait until…..
I feel amazing
.
.
.
.
Copyright L.M. 2008.
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