~Cardigan~
The gusts of wind subsided
To a subtle breeze
With an underlying chill
With charismatic features
A sigh
Left lingering, its sound
An incorrected syllable
Meaning more than the soft noise it makes
And that�s all
A breath
Shaking the short little hairs,
The bangs above my eyes
It seems a simple, somber mood
But its got underlying confusion
Like a foggy mist that swirls around
Hiding a world of things within
God is so taken for granted
He�s assumed to be there,
No questions asked,
So there are naked answers to nonexistent questions
We hold a book, and say,
�This is our proof.�
And people let it go
Assuming what they say is valid
Shake my head
Lie back
Little dots of shadows on my ceiling
Surrounded by luminated jagged edges
It is all so bound sloppily together
They expect us
To pick every piece of chicken
Off every chicken bone?
Sigh ...
I wish my sighs could blow away
Those swirling mists
And show me what�s really lying underneath ...