Hey You

Can you hear me talking muse?

 

Salamander tears

Red sky dreaming

If the sun don't scream

I know I wont

Scratching the palm of my hand

I cast a look up

Squint into the screaming sun

To see better in the haze

In the distance

The shimmer dances

As does time

To its own beat

And I wait

Artists paint the belief

A single grain of sand

As the moon weeps

Traffic continues on its way

Scratch the stubble

Fingers rasp a sound

From the light of a weeping moon

Shadows linger

And dance to a different rhythm

Drifted by the light

Of the traveling circus

Passing on the way

And I wait

My heart digs in your grave

Elegant looks disengage

Harlot nymphs lick slinky fingers

Buried in warmth clenched between hollow thighs

Promises of love found

Buried deep within

I sit on the setting of the sun

Pass on the rising of the moon

Each day brings its own questions

Answered or not in cryptic rhyme

Tap out the beats on the fleeting of time

Count the coins in my left pocket

And I wait