Treasure Island

joshua sigston


composed after a new year


I herd the chime of mystic voices,
Prance and praying on all of loves divorces,
And once the fog rolled in, this midnight harrow,
Sucking all of the childs marrow,
A new year did bring, in blight,
The relation of man and womans vradleing light,
It did bring to light
My sweet dreams plight,
That this race is always in fright,
Forever, with a tango of emotion,
While this fog unveils our commotion,
Dullards and drunkards,
The making of trollops and strumpets,
Babies crying under the grey light cradle
Frost bitten hands tatter lavender flesh,
But no one, sees that I alone observe these beautiful moments:
The culmination of our lives.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 01, 2014
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