Like Counting Stars :

Amongst the moonlight connecting stars like some old distant childhood memory,
   Running down the stairs I'd count them individually,
  As fast as I could before the fading light trice the number twenty seven succumbs to thee,
    Was that thirteen or fourteen landing on the floor just before,
    Someone had left love lying on the stoop exponentially,
    My hand held the railing, with I it followed insomniacs likened to lusting sleep,
  Counting stars like connect the dots before the fading light,
  Whence poetic chants sounding most like the confusion of a creep,
  The Ones lazily leaving bastards in the parking lots step around father please forgive me,
  Carving wooden keys while trapped inside their own trepidations,
    I stood away,
LIghting candles in the fading light I saw,
     Trailing fences on the moon setting fire in a spoon,
  Twice thinking I'd grabbed the wrong book while running out the door,
   
Dark Poet ©
October 29, 2013
The Hidden Meaning.