An Audience Of 1 Poem by Gomer LePoet

such drama in the words
the King in his fashioned garments
seeks the answers in the theater
from the balcony of lonely hearts

from the mouths of golden birds
grasping relief from the torments
from this evening now til ever after
purchases from the sellers carts

oh ye withered days gone past
whispers in the wind of grand thought
the applause from your eyes is my goal
as I cannot hold you closely in my grasp

tis not a tail of ships tall mast
nor all your dreams that I have sought
for it is the stars dreams ye have stole
hidden in the fur of crawling asp