Saltedpen

Cactus held a jar tightly With his face full of glee He couldn’t flee Or hide his passion Today he was on a mission To catch the sun Cactus drifted out far in thought Will the big jar be enough? He measured the jar Opening and closing the lid Fogging the inside Cleaning it squeaky clean Humming “my sun” Cactus was running late Cactus needed to get there Where the sky opened up Where the golden rays… Those blissful rays…. Didn’t last that long He held his jar up With bated breath Waiting……

I won’t chase after….  Something elusive Something dismissive Something invasive That borders on the repulsive I won’t chase after toys Something coy A ploy That will make me burn like troy I won’t chase after… Something wickedly seductive That makes my emotions captive Derives pleasure in my pain I can’t chase fakes that break down Costly mistakes that bring a man down The stakes are high And down the stake you go

The clouds shifted seamlessly Making way for the sun A beautiful procession As it prepared To make the skies its possession An evil plot To capture the north To engulf it in darkness Through greyish clouds And stop the north Stop it from waking Stop it from rising Hatched by ‘mercurial’ minds That can only be scoffed at Threats of a shadow Conspiracy of fools For the sun will rise And there will be a dawn For the north