lingering

The trees shimmer with secrets tonight I ease the creaking boughs with a lingering quiet footpads echo, the seedlings of twinight devour and eke away our fuddling thoughts, twisting eyelids I can charm the marrow of the carcass of dawn while the red-tails revel in the senseless for what truly lies motionless is this strewn indifference eyeballs plucked, scavenging for the structural Or perhaps, when the winds of time shamrock memory the dolor ache for semblance will subside in the pungent fragrance of spring? What was lost cannot be discerned, but I await for time to plunder the remains of this frantic sanity A thousand miles of jagged forgetting daunts hope, A thousand miles of wastelands shriek enveloped by the deafening silence that lurks between two heartbeats.