Can't Have Enough Human

Those swollen green lights that filtered the tranquility from my stomach
I felt were the single glimpse of what future would conceptually hold for me
In that autumnal bind of what winter summoned
Soon showered as a burden from the perching tree
Silence -- the only border between the threshold of calm and calamity.
That which gave birth to my aspiring needs after the aching conception
Fitting only the right changes in time of ill housing
The focus seemed better left to non-repair
And aims that would stretch further in larger rooms with unbridled puzzles
"I need that new girl, wherever she is."
Hums just as deafening, the sordid disclaimer
The dream girl, short, sandy blonde hair?
Food in these halls as meek, displeasing all in attendance
Ever since we dismissed death as apparel
Pinning down the pining, left to the pine trees
Boredom crosses paths with poor wisdom
What we had drawn as timeless script for our parents
Thought we had a better name to embark
Eleven less were bore of the holiday.
The staircase gave watch: I hoped for brief love
Through the curtains, I peeked at what the mist bred, before departure.
I gave my all to this hope.
It left sooner than I, that marvel of a girl I believed in
And later, again my worries were materialized in disappointment
Not of She, but of the natural unveiling of who we could become
As I wished for her to join me on the mountain
My hopes gave rise to tender decay,
broken only by the gentle plucking of her hearts harp