i hear my guardian angel's jaw clicking with frustration,
as i'm forcing my shrieking thoughts deeper into the mire of sleep,
into the sickly collage of nauseatingly dear fixations,
where we'll be dancing to the metronome of my heartbeat.
in awe, i'm staring into the gentle waters of a forest creek,
as it murmurs against the mossy rocks and bushy fern,
copper sunbeams quiver in the greenish stream
— but then you look away, the entrancing picture dissolved.
mesmerized by your elegance and fervour that of a summer day,
i'm wringing my hands, as yearning simmers and throbs.
my guardian angel frowns as i bleed through the fresh band aids
and sing to the Moon of your ringing voice and dark locks.