Early Nocturnal in Houses of Parliment

23rd  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling





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Lying on a bed of leaves,
Covered by a wall of trees.
Sheltered by the Thames,
In the home of pm’s.

You told me
“hold me”.


So I did.



I heard the beginning of the harmony,
I let go before it hit me.


It hurt.


I now sound so desperate,
You never sung with me.





You were reluctant.



So I sung the song that you had made me bounteous with.
The song is one sided, no?
It was but a song that hit me as hard as you did.
Through the chorus I hear your wings;
Slipping,
Flapping,
Flying.

Through the verse I plea,
The lamb bleats as I let the jaws of the wolves penetrate.

For once the moon has sat with the sun,
No stars are rancid.




I see your armour shine one last time.
Then we become but a myth.
Another story;
 Lying on a bed of leaves,
Covered by a wall of trees.
Sheltered by the Thames,
In the home of pm’s.