Her Eyes Remind Me of Another's

Flung from the grasp of my fragmented hand,

An invocation to regain something grand.

For crowns and trees with my petition,

Demand a man's bold remission.

And so it sets about undoing

The forge of whispers and cooing.

A hapless prank, though not my vision,
Invokes this unforeseen division.

For she is stunned; she and her eyes.

They look, but cannot recognize.

To cast a broken glance my way
Employs a departure, twice-turned gray.

I turned my back with heart a'breaking

A needless foe now in the making;
As correlation blinks and blurs,
Reminding me only of another's.

Encompassed by a stricken host, 

Akin to depths unknown to most.

With steps repressing from her unseen tears,
I invite and welcome the chorused jeers.

To thus retire to my makeshift home,
A restless soul ne'er fit to roam.
And by dust and sand the corners corrode,
For I left the path I should have showed.

So this is where my fortune rests,
Upon my shoulders, invalid crests.
To sit and ponder a grander past;
The crowns and trees that could not last.

The Circle

Round and round
You go and go,
With two doors down
And one door left.


Will it be good to you?


Round and round
You try and try,
The switch to flick
And path reroute.


Will it be right to you?


Round and round
You leave and leave,
Under idle eyes
A flight presumed.


Will it be enough to you?


Round and round
You show and show,
One to run, and one to chase
Whose blemish cannot erase.


Will it be all to you?