Sun, lovers and Capricorn beast

Sun, lovers and Capricorn beast

stuboorn for an intensity 

I can never seem to grasp

work and art don't mesh

in concusive terms with each other

there seems to be a loss of words

thoughts that don't want to speak with one another

time in the safest harbour there is

storms don't rage, clouds don't interrupt

raindrops pound

and yet, i can't hear a sound

where are you?

where has out love gone?

disappeared where the soundless ones dwell

appear, where i don't recognize them,

as we pass and pass and pass

everything away

don't a worn out path, down a careless drum 

it is not about the moment you touch me

of the city fills our soul

like hours spilling from cups

resting upon our drunken souls

sickened with wisdom

with madness and memory

and a tickle pulsing at our feet

joining us to dance

where you last left me

at the harbour. of…the poor.