AUCTION

Unseasoned is the pride of a man
Who lives in the mind of a boy,
A man who dreams to kiss the stars
To Tell the sun of its glow,
To sit on the arc of the moon
And cast a midnight rain on the earth

Unqenching is the thirst of a boy
Who lives in the mind of a man
A boy who loves the scent of rose
The exodus of papa and Psalms of mama

For when it is night,
And the moon arrives,
Papa will tell the story
Of a boy who never kissed the stars
A boy who danced in every tear of the sky
of a road not taken
But
not of the dead,
For we do not talk about the dead at night
That they may not rise against
the man who borrowed the life of a boy
To an auction of mortality.

@maxwell