Possess two faces
uphold your promises:

"My tears will never
flood your bed again"

A rainbow appeared to remind me of this truth
The indigo was missing, so I wrote a poem:

"i left myself with you
and flew out the door

clipped wings - iron bits
slowed me to a sprawl

my knocking is slow
as a rainbow - let me

in green - there is
yet never was an indigo"

How you can never stop being you.
That non-eternal substance abuse

Of the few, the pedestal of the constant
you climb up and through, whilst

Balancing - bleeding on time, with
the skill of learning - nothing new.

And you’re always right, neither
arbitrary or capricious in flight

Just right, on time.
So when my Yuka withered

I thought of you and your mother:
Ceres and Proserpine.

Edited 3 time(s). Last edit at 07/20/2009 10:25AM by larkinabout.

This should consist of 12 couplets, can't seem to get the formatting right! Hasn't happened before, is there something wrong?

Nice piece...I've report this to the formatting police.

love,

Peter