These nights...

And, there were so many times
that I received you black and
you pranced away from me.
I sit, surrounded by Bentley and Kobe,
immobile and somehow moved.
towards surety.
I had this hope for you,
this prayer anew,
Like some gideon soldier strength,
I sit revelling in the days spent.
With me at your arm,
With the dire need of your charm.
I had hoped for some ruled dream,
For some mixed steam...
of hope and loose will and filled leave.
I sit with hope and mire for some carved out,
future.
I listen to their scratching and fire
Their furthered sire.
They sat crowded around me,
Around my stage.
Some whole and wholly full on place,
Where they felt at home,
in this pace.
I sat in this stew/ful home,
new and plus one.
lost and with none.
I love these nights,
I live for these sights.
nights and waters and seas and holds,
and, lives anew and different
folds.
I left this place,
furthered this pace.
moved into you,
away from me...
out to...
thee.