Orchestra Of The Sky. Poem by Heath Harrington

Miller Genuine Draft slides down
Our throats and refreshes the leather
parchment known as a tongue.
My Neighbor and I talk like
one dog to another, Bristles
stand on the back of our necks as we walk
stiff legged in circles. Once we
Were friends...and now a naked ring
finger tells the story.

It was a night of full light not a cloud
in the sky to interrupt the moon's voice
as it sang to the hearts of its audience.
I heard her song
and so did My Neighbors beloved.
Miller was also involved in this
as Bill passed out on the couch
And I stole away his true love.

The beach was where we went to
listen to the symphony in the September sky.
We had no intention of betraying trust,
although the molten mirror of the ocean
and the music which came from above
lead to a kiss that passed lips to lips.
Here one fire was extinguished as
another was freshly kindled anew.

I can not help the man's tears
when he told me that he knew.
No longer were they to be together
Man and wife torn apart by
the orchestra of the sky.