Poems to tell the poor faithed.

Hologram

The roosters are singing in harmony
Drops of dew filled the window sill
I lay in a puff cloud mindlessly
Like time is frozen still
Warm wind that's breezing through but idle
Broke me in my hefty trance
The other side of my empty cradle
Was warm so I took a glance
An actor in my darkest dreams
Hath a cloud in him adrape
Eyes closed but opened in a whim
When the doors up front agaped

The void I'm in went dark and cold
A buzz and humm were heard
The actor whose black eyes are bold
Held my hand like a tiny bird
So gentle and so warm, yet strong
So cozy like the sea I long
Lo and behold the light went back
Like God hath gave me grace
A prairie filled my tear-filled rack;
It'd put me in a daze
By then I saw more clear and true
The actor's face and guise
"You were the man my mind had drew
when I had closed my eyes"

With hair as straight as the line we drew
From the scraps of papers we bid adieu!
In which held the words we said
To people we think of now as dead

Your body resembles a sharpened pen
For you wrote me down like a poem and then
Pierced through the pages I'm lost and stuck
Pages filled with dread and bad luck

Will the bees be mad If I would claim
My honey is sweeter than theirs?
His words and acts will put to shame
The buzzing bees in their own game

Will my endless nights break to dawn?
If his jet-black eyes is what I'm drawn?

By then you held my calloused hand
You made me feel like I am grand
You looked me at the eye and said
Words from no books I've read
"My life is like a gritty doorknob
I won't work without you, my love"

A sea then formed beneath my eyes
A smile then formed in my well of lies
You really are a bountiful treasure
No golds, no diamonds can be put to measure
To the bounty that's hidden in my chest
Greedy may I become but I'll not
share you with the rest
For you are like the wildest dreams
I was torn but you stiched my seams

I'd not expect to say these words
But I'd take a risk like a new-born bird
"The void I grew to adore
Will now be just a lore
For I'm the pail in a run down house
And you're the rain; it's me you'll dowse"

The sky turned crimson, the wind blows cold
Your warmth is spreading from the hand I'm ahold
I hope the apparatus'll forever run by
For I wish to sleep deep in your sweet lullaby.