Softly Strum

Perhaps another half cup my dear, you look so pekid
As strains of another year, knead into weary shoulders
Silently fastening to the very air that you breathe
Taking you on journeys where only the edges save dreams
Secured by images of palette held to lofty sky
And if I could read but a single tea leaf, caution sighs

Never do shadows of dawning linger on with the dew
Dustings of variegated madness, haste spending youth
Summertime dons glorious rainbows, gently brushed on hues
Now lost to doctrinaire moments of copy and paste tools
Sounding like your mother as horizons serve up today
And the dissection of clock elements as the mists play

Are turning points mendacious, chipping away the soft spots
Of coy comic flirtations where hopes never seemed to stop
But the harsh revolution left less and less time to play
Even books you once loved to read were sent on holiday
Liberation was a misnomer if broken body passed the test
And from these fault lines a restless conquering quest

Your courage shines like polished armor and it covers me
Like the balm you've carried since springtime's taste of charity
As I softly strum melodies you added to my life