Testo Yearling

I can hear you sleeping

Like a softly penned letter

That you plan on keeping


Sound asleep next to me

Under the ink of a drying sky



If I were a wordsmith

A creative license

To puncture my journals with



I would write of the site
Under my green poetic eye



I'm a yearling

A callow school boy

In the eyes of love

A pallid virgin



Just a newborn

Barely breathing

In the eyes of love

I'm a yearling



As I share this pathos

The smothering poem

Breathes in a breath of prose



Breathe you in and again

Dizzying features of love rush by



Cause I'm a yearling

A callow school boy

In the eyes of love

A pallid virgin



Just a newborn

Barely breathing

In the eyes of love

I'm a yearling



Took from a book of blank verse

From, from these pages I've nursed

Awakened by the sleeping rhymes of love



Cause I'm a yearling

A callow school boy

In the eyes of love

A pallid virgin



Just a newborn

Barely breathing

In the eyes of love

I'm a yearling



Just a new born

Barely breathing

In the eyes of love

I'm a yearling