Those bright blue eyes that hold your years
like calloused hands hold butterflies
so warm and worn and worldly-wise?
a dream I will not realize
So I come to you clawless
holding out my arms
and hoping you’ll choose to jump
because I cannot capture you
or enrapture you
unless you want me to
So would you keep this lost black sheep?
I’ve nowhere else to go but to sleep
And one thing I’ve learned
is that your concern runs deep
but must be earned
Those days I do not see you
you lay dormant in my thoughts
With furrowed brow, you haunt me now,
pen scratching lines of poem
You are waiting, weeping, wounded
So would you keep this lost black sheep?
I’ve nowhere else to go but to sleep
And one thing I’ve learned
is that your concern runs deep
but must be earned