THISISJOHN

she had me wondering
all sorts of fluttering
making of lotteries
painting warm potteries

there in the last place
i've seen your cat-face
making of everythings
dreaming of angelwings

in the night so light
like a fish on both sides
like a wish thats gone right
we make light of this fight

its a fading fireflight
a barely almost right
time to take stock in these
its a halfway half fluttering

you can almost make of me
with laughing and taking me
to the bridge that is oldenly
i'm scared all so suddenly

in the darkness of sky
i made tears fill my eyes
for the sake of the right
i will send all my light