A Good Knight’s Ideal

I’m as sleepless as the New York skyline
And just as weary of the morning fog
Oh! But what an entrance for a sun such as the one outside
The mercurial urbanity of this place will soon be lost

The sun only leads to pale moonlight
So your glow may be glorified throughout the night
And the snow only falls, knowing ahead,
That your brilliance will transform it to dewdrops instead

I will discard my Yankees cap for a tophat
And my scrawl for the cursive
That echoes your curves
I will be the smell before rain
The calm before the storm
Aramaic
A good knight’s ideal
The silhouette of every good thing that has graced this earth.
But never for myself
No, never for myself


Maverick
08:55:41 PM