Forgotten James Taylor Fragments
January 17th, 2018
The glazed, grazed wood creaked
as the darkness cloaking the
overcast walls swayed back and forth.
Stenciled skeleton trees bled into
a sky dyed with
midnight blue hues and
light-pollution stars,
their watery, thin light illuminating their microscopic keyhole of inky heaven.
Houses stood guard against the bewitching streets and
empty roads reflected oily renditions of the suburban scene.
As the rocking chair sighed,
shifting its weight from one blemished foot to the other,
as if weary from another endless evening spent
soothing a young girl’s nightmare,
a gentle humming issued forth from lips
clumsy with sleep and half-formulated dreams.
The ebb and flow of the rocking chair
gently changed pace,
keeping time with the lullaby that
gingerly drove away the hellions and barbarians
that had populated a now fading bad dream.
The water is wide,
I can't cross over,
and neither have I wings to fly.
The syllables tumbled into the dim room,
tenderly floating away on the still night air.
Build me a boat that can carry two and
both shall row,
my love and I.
As the song burbled and warbled,
eyes slowly began to close,
steadily sinking towards sleep.
Trembling fears and heart-rattling horrors
faded into tender gray,
the glazed, grazed rocking chair
continuing to creak along to the rhythmic cadence.
January 17th, 2018
The glazed, grazed wood creaked
as the darkness cloaking the
overcast walls swayed back and forth.
Stenciled skeleton trees bled into
a sky dyed with
midnight blue hues and
light-pollution stars,
their watery, thin light illuminating their microscopic keyhole of inky heaven.
Houses stood guard against the bewitching streets and
empty roads reflected oily renditions of the suburban scene.
As the rocking chair sighed,
shifting its weight from one blemished foot to the other,
as if weary from another endless evening spent
soothing a young girl’s nightmare,
a gentle humming issued forth from lips
clumsy with sleep and half-formulated dreams.
The ebb and flow of the rocking chair
gently changed pace,
keeping time with the lullaby that
gingerly drove away the hellions and barbarians
that had populated a now fading bad dream.
The water is wide,
I can't cross over,
and neither have I wings to fly.
The syllables tumbled into the dim room,
tenderly floating away on the still night air.
Build me a boat that can carry two and
both shall row,
my love and I.
As the song burbled and warbled,
eyes slowly began to close,
steadily sinking towards sleep.
Trembling fears and heart-rattling horrors
faded into tender gray,
the glazed, grazed rocking chair
continuing to creak along to the rhythmic cadence.