Overcast Skies
Chalk dust spread by wind, blows then dissipates;
Crack the code, then spread butter like words.
Carefully plan a movement, each breathlessly awaits,
So many moving parts of well-oiled, grinding cogs.
Ode to those who mourn insufferable fates,
Beholder’s eyes bequeath fortuity conciliatorily.
Wash away the dirt and grime, scrub the plates;
A light that shines directly into matter’s soul.
Fetch a partner and unlock the messenger’s gates,
Compromise is dangerous, for affection lies closed.
