Rupert

Rupert reading days away
I want to play, I want to play
And Venus shining down the news
Of how to love, how to abuse

Orientating bodies, scream
Knowing you don’t know the theme
Finding later they are gone
You and me have become one

How can the sun shine so at night
In this heart, contains no light
So vivid, colour washed to grey
Disappearing, never stay

Above the heads, above the sky
Above the stars, above we fly
Rupert rhymes the days away
Make it stop, please end today

@2005 Hey Hey

Is Rupert the little voice in your head that makes you write poety? If so, please don't make him go away.

How haunting your words are today, my dear friend; how rich and magical this poem is.

There are deep, subterranean levels to this poem: basement, sub-basement, crypt, and caverns. Haunted.

Thank you for the magic.

Love,

+Stevie