im not sure that you understand the carnal desires
that tend to well
when i see those large trees swell and sway
in the autumn winds
that send the electric messages to my head
those that tempt
the very insides of my core
the same current that carries the responses of
right and wrong
and knowing the in between that proper belongs
so i sit and ponder
where you lay tonight
and what type of weather you may see
and in what condition you may be
and why i sit alone on this throne
waiting for some retort of rhyme or reason
that may or may not be in thyme
with the season that never comes.