Awaiting ~ The Warm Face Of June

(A brand new one I just wrote.. Been a while

Since I have written one.. A bit rusty)

Atop the pendulum's swing... Twas midnight..
A festive raven's hour.... Silent of wrong...
Lacking stainless sight...  Of daytime's parade...

Whilst a shot was fired.. For a flash of light..
So as I... Could quicken my sight along..
'Side the rapid feet...  Of a near moment....

Rescuing a time of noon... I once betray'd...
Twas a mere second.. Of mine own delight...
Mid a fiery snail's leisure ~ A mere song....
 
Whilst often morally.. Confused and laid ~
Between sheets.. "Bedspreads mid a winter wind."
That carried the ship of mine.. To the moon..

Where I sat.. Leaving all my thoughts behind...
Waiting a day.. With a warm face of June...

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