His plumage deceived My childhood dreams; blue-green Pulled by a thread Through time's riverbed, upstream. And as I mend the seam, he spills, Flesh to steam How I would haste the patient days To know your verdant lawns... You flaunt your shine, so pavonine But you run away, terrified And now i cannot tell what's your's from mine Or what i'll find... He thinks he is free, But my shadow, it hangs in the reeds. Once soft, supple limbs Now taunt with attentive greed. And now i want your head, My quilled diadem A conscience, struggling Once-dazzled eyes, you've lost The glow; the beat In self-deceit You'd rather gag on the rime Than share the hearth And watch the cold retreat Upon receipt With readied blade; my trembling future in one hundred eyes Could i rewind, i would trade it all just to chase you through Soft pearls of dew, The warmth and hue...