Listening for you

I’m getting weary, but still love goes on

I’ll be going into my room to read

I could make out two words, devil and she knows,

Freak expressions

But not you

1.28am

They say going into my bedroom to read is diabolical!

Well, it gets even more diabolical, I’m not going to read, I’m going to rest!

Well I don’t know what they’ll tell you about how diabolical it is that I fell asleep

The only reason I’d even think it was you, and not just a lie

Is because that’s what they tell you

But its probably not you, anyway, they do that to you too

It must be bad

They’d place themselves before the blackbirds song

Evil eyes cast upon

Then, come, there is no illusion

Let them be them, and us be us, and I’ll listen

The beautiful blackbird becomes full beauty

In song

Shadows echo, shafts caught beautifully

In light

Dark and light tangled sky

Makes one think of your brow, moonwoman

Sobbing in the night

Of mortal bliss, a goddess in love

Who compassionate gods look on