Perfection

Always just beyond the grasp,

The moon hangs in the winter sky.

Crisp air. 

Rustling leaves.

The pierce of the owl's yellow eye.

Mediocrity

Middle of the road.

Middle of the street.

Middle of bloody nowhere;

Exactly the place we meet.

Pick a direction.

Move your feet.

Standing is deadly.

You'll put me to sleep.

Harmony

    A strange serenity descends, 

Enveloping my senses with peace.

  Every scale at once in balance;

           Tranquil harmony, 

             To say the least.

Compulsion

I'm tired today. Won't you leave me be?

No, no, write me down! 

You're the only one I see!

You're not even ready. 

Just calm down and get away from me.

Still you doubt?! How silly!

Now grab a pen and set me free!

Fine, but you are the last.

It's 3am, I'll have you know.

Yes, yes, now focus, 

And do me a favour - make me flow.

Write me down

Tip-top, Old Boy, tip-top.

When pen hits paper, it just won't stop.

Rapid ink rushes to fill the blank space.

Yes indeed unending, 

And savagely unchaste. 

With the ink barely dry, here comes another reply,

'Write me down, you bastard!'

I acquiesce with a sigh.

I can't really blame them.

They simply want to be.

If only to live on paper, 

In their own world free from me.

Intertwine

Bring it in for a hug.

Loosen the grip upon your soul.

Let it find its merry way to mine,

And in our shared heart, intertwine.

Chaos canvas

We are planets of potential,

Orbiting orbs of light.

Do you feel the warmth on your surface?

Do you spin on your axis to hide?

 

Upon the chaos canvas, 

In the black ink of space we reside,

Our celestial bodies may pull

To attract until we collide.