My Scarecrow

‘It's you I'll miss most of all’ ’twas said (or something just as profound).

The sadness of the last good-bye when love has left for homeward bound.

This kindred heart so untouchable has left here with a smile.

For you to linger in respite the rest of live-long while.

It was long lost love not ever known and to not be spoken of, the lies now fold into a tryst between two turtle doves.

Just to see you one last time, for me to come home and write these words.

To be the criminal in a sense, to consider prose for inevitable terms.

My Scarecrow set to remember what?

To stand so still and ignored, unspoken, and mute indeed.

I wonder sometimes just what you may need.

Scarecrow, I’m your Rooster with time in your straw, with all the vision yet, unable to crawl.

Surrounded by still-life and a desire within.

With no-one to know just where to begin.

Perhaps, it is time for you to share all your dreams and live life endlessly.

For all the things you gave up sanctimoniously, all before the time you met me.

As you watch from a distance you witness great pain and you grind your teeth in utter disdain.

There may be nothing at all you can do.

Just sit and witness, while an Omnist loves you.

The unsettled Scarecrow standing tall in your field, and an ominous sight you are.

Deterring fiends that would take away time; time, the most precious of what we are (so little we do have and whom we choose to share it with), you have indeed touched the heart of the Wordsmith.

So I'll take you down a road less traveled and you will be scared (how ironic, Scarecrow), at that point more alone that you may have ever known.

Do not be frightened for the moment will come when you share the air with a lone turtle dove.

Let us make our way then, aim for a star and possibly hit the moon; if we hesitate, our drafts will be gone too soon.

We will falter and fall and then drift apart, to speak in such silence is an unspoken art.

Worry, why?

Worry over nothing that is me, indeed.

So there is no thing I can offer that you may need.

Let us suffice and go our separate ways and save this illusion for kinder days.

When the rust crumbles off and loosens our bolts and leaves us well oiled so we can share jolts.

Camaraderie leading to covetous ways, as more times spent away from home drift into fleeting, memorable days.

With all that is said and all that is don't, the best of hard times is made to make a boring day fun.

Oh Scarecrow I sit now watching and still.

As you once did with each passing till.

Day and night pass and fade into one until this song is written and our prose is done.

We cannot ever be because we are alone.

We each have our place we each have our home.

Home is not where we are, it's where we belong; in the thick of all things till our job is done.

You know not what you mean to me Scarecrow, though the doubts inside you know, the indifference aside is indeed where the heart does lie.

You know nothing of me Scarecrow, the dark does exist, as you know, so whats a Wordsmith to do beside itself as a Scarecrow.

A little dime I say I should say; A person I've seen in my day, my little Scarecrow as I'd say, adjusted my heart in just the right way.

I’ve lost the moment to say the things I think I need to say, save for the fact that may help you to see another day.

As misdirected as we think things are its a shame that things are just the same.

To justify and culture hurt I suppose is our reckoning.

I'm fine with that all the same and some things just are indeed what they are, but to not know how the tryst unfolds would deny us just as far.

Now I'm just a lonesome dove that fancies what I cannot have.

A person with a close relation and a family do they have.

Am I the bad one or did feelings not reciprocate in kind?

A friend, I guess is not so bad for a lover I did not find.

Enjoy the smiles of those upon you as they shed their endearing light.

The light that resides inside you and encourages a wandering delirious right.

A time to gaze when gazes are gone and so the blind can see within.

So see for yourself the choice you've made and know that you will win.