clockwise shift

heightening his jokes like being up to date about my load the shield bearer took his place in front of the faraway columns the queen of my early land of hopes taught me not to climb on I needed him then and felt safe once more while my thrill was yet to be lost into a dying whisper about times to be ashamed amongst the columns a bow without the arrow the voice which I have hold so dear breaks the light of new times I should be happy to have never missed love and I laugh at myself to keep away those reasons that usually drift within my blue channels the distant rooftop looking like covering a stormy charade a crazy thought has kept me half blinded today the things that shouldn't be cracking my senses have gotten to me like a memoir of devilish insertions I wrote down the date a couple of times until I've seen why the girls were sharing kissy smiles