Chapter 8 Verdant

Starlight falling as scattered rain
Listening to the echoing track of the night
My purring kitten hardly suited for the
Way moonlight reflects in her eyes
The thoughts I am thinking
As my mind slowly revolves
Around the very idea of her
I’ve counted up my demons on this I can’t complain
Some I need to keep me right
A few others want to know what she has to say
Something to give voice with reflective eyes
Perchance the sullen sky I’m drinking
Is reflected for all it absolves
Absolution, she may offer
Brown hair treading the gulf
Between neck and shoulder
Swept sideways slightly
By a vernal wind
Left on some forgotten shelf
For a time a bit colder
Her shadow politely
Has mine pinned
Starlight falling all around
As the night’s sound
Reaches the unreachable
My kitten never wants down
Only I seek the middle ground
Forcefully she may astound
When others are unable
Broken parsing town
I crave it as my possession
My vernal confession