Yearling — Jump Little Children

I can hear you sleeping Like a softly penned letter That you plan on keeping

Sound asleep next to me Under the ink of a drying sky

If I were a wordsmith A creative license To puncture my journals with

I would write of the site Under my green poetic eye

I'm a yearling A callow school boy In the eyes of love A pallid virgin

Just a newborn Barely breathing In the eyes of love I'm a yearling

As I share this pathos The smothering poem Breathes in a breath of prose

Breathe you in and again Dizzying features of love rush by

Cause I'm a yearling A callow school boy In the eyes of love A pallid virgin

Just a newborn Barely breathing In the eyes of love I'm a yearling

Took from a book of blank verse From, from these pages I've nursed Awakened by the sleeping rhymes of love

Cause I'm a yearling A callow school boy In the eyes of love A pallid virgin

Just a newborn Barely breathing In the eyes of love I'm a yearling

Just a new born Barely breathing In the eyes of love I'm a yearling