RAN TO YOU...

Time growing and learning since pale infant skin

Crossing over rocky paths, in the trails of learning existence

Not grasping hold on beauty’s substance

As you skip past my early occupancy of space

Time growing and growing, now since pale infant skin feeds on fear of aging

My words getting closer to you through dog honed ears

Skipping down my slick spineless tongue

And I, not knowing all words were being ingested through your starved heart

The time is here, the body unstinted in growth

Our “Under Construction” paths meet underneath a connect-the-dot night

With feelings in hand and thought in the eyes, connecting paths of darkness for our lives

Aging stale air being pushed from the cobwebbed-crossed, barb wired bellows of a closed suffering, gasping heart

Needing truthful eyes, looking through blood rushing veins, grasping privileged contained beauty in vain,

With ableness in mind, knowing time is still, in the grasp of your arms

Fear entering, running through an aging mind, scared of losing the battle of books for looks

While knowing, your voice pierces my heart and your feelings have no boundaries

Yet, I don’t want to put vocalizations into your mouth, or emotions into your heart

Maybe forty decades, your substance can’t be expressed into language, just a song,

So hum through your incandescent smile, while you nourish my thoughts into something I can understand.