A Rarity Poem by Hunter James

And this girl will sigh,
take me high, take me higher.
Her eyes most refusing to let go.
And it’s shine will wink, i’ll take you higher.
I’ll take you higher than you’ve gone before.
I’ll strip the shoes off your conceived soul.
I’ll brighten your eyes to what they’ve never once saw.
I’ll let your hair fall past your hearts frown.
I’ll widen your spirit you’ll wear it’s crown.
Giddy eyed and open she’ll beam “I love you” whispered to the air, the moon and sound.
and in it’s eyes it will whisper sleepy prophecies.
And hum irrationally.

I’ll make spiders and lights rise unknowingly.
And fighters will sigh for still nights unwillingly.
And poets and painters will sigh uncontrollably.
And love and hate will conceive vibes irresponsibly.
And loons will reign the streets howling to sounds only I can create and they can hear.
And Bakers and Tradesmen will reach a point of ecstasy only that I can relate and they can feel.
And it sighs. And she sighs.
And this girl will feel “it’s” all in her head. She’ll smile a smile and all the stars will hide.
And giddy eyed and open she’ll whisper “thank you” to the moon, for her few seconds of unwhacked holiness.
And she will sob un-miserably, for the night and for her fresh thought of stupidity and wiseness.