call me insane,
but i'm still on the same train
of thought i've been on since
my heart learned to lean on
your love.
'don't intervene with a dove'
is my advice to your person;
her love's a blessing, a curse
and much more.
to explore the wit of it all
is to fall into an eternal dream.
lucidity is the only mordibity
allowed -
no crowd,
just you and i.
observe the sky
and witness the rye
in the catcher,
only then will
you truly catch her.
let it all spill
into the valley of thrill,
for even the hill that has eyes
lies.
a dozen tries;
is another demise
rising
on the horizon?