Snow maid

On a spring day

Upon a bird

And down all the way

She works long nights

Waiting on tables

Trying to get by

She remembers the night

That she fell into love deep

She told him all the secrets

That she keeps

From long 

Long 

Long

Ago

–

His work 

Drags by

But he can still remember 

That look in her eye

He’s trying to build a life

And he’s doing alright

But it’s hard to fix

The things that he can’t see

So he tells 

Her

Let’s flee

–

My girl 

Near the sea

Or in the streets

She’s a lovely bride 

To be

–

My girl

In the mountains

Near the sky

He asks “Would you be my wife?”

–

I’m going to love you 

My whole life

Naughty corn

On an overblown night

Holding hopes

And speaking lightly

Of the world around

Us

I go in with no hope

Of win

Or expectation

One whole breath

Holding walking

Around this nation

Cynical wheel

In full-motion

Hoping to escape

It’s full-fledged

Devotion

To disruption

In place of peace

All the axels

And all the grease

Guard dolls on bad days

Have a meaningless full

And more grey

Hoping for a respite

In times of hurried expectation

With one hope

And a waiting nation

Hysterical friction

In no other manner

Than the here and now

All-around

Aware of the next person

Bound

To walk past

My own fears

I can barely grasp

Sweltering needle

Suspended over the balloon

Of perfect

Brilliance

We all wait in

A didactic of hope

Who to turn to

In times of great uncertainty

Certainly not the ones on TV

Leadership comes from within

A great peace

And hope to go foward

Into the great

Unknown