Yearling - Jump Little Children

I can hear you sleeping

Like a softly penned letter

That you plan on keeping

Sound asleep next to me Under the ink of a drying sky

If I were a wordsmith

A creative license

To puncture my journals with

I would write of the site

Under my green poetic eye

I’m a yearling

A callow school boy

In the eyes of love

A pallid virgin

Just a newborn

Barely breathing

In the eyes of love

I’m a yearling

As I share this pathos

The smothering poem

Breathes in a breath of prose

Breathe you in and again

Dizzying features of love rush by Cause I’m a yearling

A callow school boy

In the eyes of love

A pallid virgin

Just a newborn

Barely breathing

In the eyes of love

I’m a yearling

Took from a book of blank verse

From, from these pages I’ve nursed

Awakened by the sleeping rhymes of love

Cause I’m a yearling

A callow school boy

In the eyes of love

A pallid virgin

Just a newborn

Barely breathing

In the eyes of love

I’m a yearling

Just a new born

Barely breathing

In the eyes of love

I’m a yearling