Quarry Pt. 1

So what was it like when I did meet her at dawn? I woke up as the invisible nightjars yawn She flew onto my window with a song A moss-covered town forgot to set its clock Dim clouds forgo their downfall thoughts; they fly afar The sun’s warmth has flown her closer to my heart She has slumbered for four months, so I hum To the palpating beat of my heart’s lonely torn drums I will know what's been unleashed and how it was done How will it be for us? No, it wasn’t the way she dressed No, it wasn’t the way they glanced It’s the way she melted my heart into a pile As she walked on by and gave me her ember smile I wasn’t the same man from that moment on But never in denial I’m a hunted stray cat who wants his terpene grass Try your best to guess, not to digress, you promise? He hopes I know that he knows that “he” knows And so? I wouldn’t even be embarrassed I am a torn journal with ripped pages all through Be careful what you ask; I’ll tell you the truth I’ve done nothing but rhyme so time can pass I dream into perma-tanned eyes; I want a part of All your waking hours, when tired evening stalls To call you “my love!”