brighter days with brighter people
are coming this way
maybe my mistakes put it on delay
or maybe life plays a game of making sense amidst the fray
doubts have taken to flying away
from the scarecrow that you are
in the gardens of my mind
i wonder what i will find
in these fountain waters
that play as shallow shadows
but run as deep as the red of a blooming rose
two crows rest in the hands of the scarecrow
irony with good luck
settle in our hearts
as your eyes leave me moonstruck
© OAS