this is the lapse of my embrace,
heart's ease, a still longed for, a trace,
control towers hailing flights of fancy,
a departure from as far as the i can see.
winter your children before they sleep,
eyes shut with so tight lids, this sways, dig deep,
control towers over flights of fancy,
no time for a to b and then c,
god for bids, pasts this way and that then,
this love may not live the time of day when
control towers ground flights of fancy,
thoughts flower flush in the face of a pansy.