ABSQUATULATE

ABSQUATULATE

There is a song you sing,

I’ve yet to make out the tune,

A melody with a peculiar ring,

It leaves me feeling a bit swoon.

For it’s a mystery I have yet to make out,

But within you is a quaint allegory,

I cannot rest until I find what it’s about,

Something in your eyes tells the story.

Photographs of you in lies the depiction,

And when I look at them I do escape to this place,

I’m curious, for this is not fiction,

It’s a true tale written on the pages of your face.

There’s something your heart has been through,

Again, your biography is written in your eyes,

Something about them draws me straight to you,

At some point this narrative I will realize.

Yet for now I’ll leave the mystery of you intact,

And just take in the beauty of you and leave it at that.

-brad