Peacock in the Tall Grass - Ice Choir

His plumage deceived

My childhood dreams;

blue-green

Pulled by a thread

Through time’s riverbed, upstream.

And as I mend the seam, he spills,

Flesh to steam

How I would haste the patient days

To know your verdant lawns…

You flaunt your shine, so pavonine

But you run away, terrified

And now i cannot tell what’s your’s from mine

Or what i’ll find…

He thinks he is free,

But my shadow, it hangs in the reeds.

Once soft, supple limbs

Now taunt with attentive greed.

And now i want your head,

My quilled diadem

A conscience, struggling

Once-dazzled eyes, you’ve lost

The glow;

the beat

In self-deceit

You’d rather gag on the rime

Than share the hearth

And watch the cold retreat

Upon receipt

With readied blade;

my trembling future in one hundred eyes

Could i rewind, i would trade it all just to chase you through

Soft pearls of dew,

the warmth and hue…