A Song Unsung Poem by Ben Partenay

a harmonica
slip silver
shine relfecting slim
shadoews of love borne
words muttered simply
to air worn ears pierced
with golden lies and
halos meant for innocence
not known, not born
bought for the price
of bland solitude, marked
by moss on the trees,

try
to follow the stars home
i've got all that i can take
the melting
ice in august
meant for winter dreams
crushed by sunsets full
of drinking,
singing all these
walls are thin,
hear the
water in the rain
the way
a thought drips
down the glass