NO ONE CAN TELL ME WHEN A POEM

Romances, Resources

Providence intense

Is growing choices first streams bright 

Follow the thought tonight

You're nearly there

I call it unquiet

I call it almost gone

I'll find it yet here on rafts ready

Here on other senses aren't quite unaware as yet

In the morning you drifted gently

As if in a trance

I'm getting sleepy now

You're getting already now

And that can happen 

Unable to see easier for me to get becomes wild and free

Do clickers and seems how you means to me

Turning small circles 

Where-ever-by to be so

Hold high, Will it go 

In the air around the house just so clear 

Setting out looking about for

Another pulled flower

As much as you can hold 

As much as you will hold

In a vase carefully knits nets, bought bunches unknown

Romances, Resources

Providence intense 

Is growing choices for eyes thine

 

The waters will overflow

 

The riverside place will rise

 

 

With other faces at the porch

 

That will shine through

 

 

No one can tell me when

 

No one can tell me when a poem

 

 

Enlightens the mood

The last dance within fits

Enjoys this it's not so good

Unless you're crossing your heart

Another pulled flower petal hopeful

We're counting down from two 

And we smiled through, laughing high, looking out blind

Using weird words bleak

And not caring of it one bit

In little pictures a-mountain peak memory

Serves them well love as an empty pillow thrown in unhinder'd

Surrounded by thoughts of the current times you saw'd thru

Turning it off and on with enjoyments of fear all the way

Though I won't be refused

That's what shall dwell and resurge again

Knowing, rowing on pass this paradise found by rocks

Masks a problem with rosey thorns

Points outta brakes that digs once again meant to be true

Seeing through the clouds, the holes

Closely alongsides it's so fine 

Amidst the garden of stones kiss'd

Amongst lines forward vibes afterwards will focus this

Reaching up for grace on the spot had befell a-piece

In the properties held abstract

Of my mind content

 

 

No one can tell me when

No one can tell me when a poem

 

 

Time will stain, Glass will shine water

 

No one can tell me when

 

No one can tell me when a poem

Gains some, Loses some light

Those were some heavy days

Romances, Resources, Providence intense

Is growing choices for eyes thine

Flowing right outta the bottom ground

I call it unquiet

I call it almost gone

I'll find it yet here on rafts blowing

Here on other senses are quite unaware as yet shine water

As if in this trance

You're nearly there

Eyelids getting heavy now

Eyelids getting lighter now

And that can happen easy now

I also refrain

I also refrain

Awhiles checking for holes

I also refrain

I also refrain

I'm often after that, this atop awakens here for sleep

Best of past they all knew recovers

Another pulled flower

 

 

No one can tell me when a poem

Romances, Resources, Providence intense

 

No one can tell me when

 

 

Time will stain, Glass will shine water

Gains some, Loses some light

 Those were some heavy days

No one can tell me when

No one can tell me when

No one can tell me when a poem is done