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Musty Heart

I shouldn’t have opened the door
(I decided I couldn’t take it anymore)
Shouldn’t have flung open my heart
(She said she would just come once more).
Left again, leaving me all ripped apart.
Not knowing the reason: a scrabbling on the roof?
I just had to go and see this storm’s proof,
Now gelled into rent and hidden autumnal leaves
Akin to slighted tricks up magicians’ sleeves.
No time like now, like the present, some day or this hour–
The gravity of the empty not knowing drags with such majestic power.

I shouldn’t have opened this, my old man’s prison door,
But creatures such as we must go out and must explore.

Eyes So Green and Plumage Rich Blue

Seeking the answer
At the door of your distain;
Turning away full empty
And all alone yet again.
The minor chords
Shuffle across the page:
Is there that heart of gold
For one of my age?
Pan Wren, Pan Wren
Take me to your nest.
Pan Wren, Pan Wren
Take me at your best.
Love in the pre-active;
Gazes of stillborn glee;
2014—a million years away.
You and I were to become we.
Record heat in October;
Your heart in deep freeze.
My lady glances away
And I get up off my knees.
Pan Wren, Pan Wren
Take me to your nest.
Pan Wren, Pan Wren
Take me at your best.
Left to wishing you well;
Ill-content with memories few.
Fly strong, Pan Wren,
Eyes so green and plumage rich blue.