When I'M Getting Older And You'Re So Faraway Poem by A.Z. McCoy

These thirty years
Look back on themselves
Quietly musing on the
spin of earth 'round
Sun,
The rock of moon 'round
A heated chamber,
Far below
How could I dig
To you, when you
Don't hear my sound

And I only knew you
Scant months, but your
Pull and words left me
On the floor
Twisting matches
'Gainst sandpaper blue
If ever a word I
Spoke was true
It was in your midst
Formless like water
Could I slip through
Crack, when ice
Impedes such a trip,
Buckles knees
From your faraway cauldron
chant, this wish
That you'd fly anew

Find wing above
Diamond's sheen
The facets of gravity
Won't let you
Reach to my soul
And I wait for
The next go-around
Knowing the child plays
In velvet, curious
Town, these mysteries
How the old man died,
Left with his accordion
To be buried
underground

It's never safe, to
extend such invitation
To a heart's chord
Unstrung, and I only
Wish to see you found
Whispering your mystery
Of blooming crown
The squirrels found
Their winter stash
And evaded all
The hawks
On watch
Scanning down below

How could I play the
Rhyme of melody
When a peeled rhythm
Fell from tree
These lengths, keep
Me drunk on your
Soft hip sashay
The dream of a fountain
Not so, but ever
So faraway