Mellow tones over the twilight
Trust lights
Familiar sights of the royal misses.
Eyes like prisms
She imprisons my gaze
Glazed
Dazed in a maze
I'm amazed at what I can't mention.
A deer in the headlights
Red lights meant more to me
To be...
Well perhaps Shakespeare spent too much time with the words.
Verbs
Slurs
Curbs of enthusiasm
Spasms
Passions
Lasting throughout the sunset.
A bar may not be the best place to find love
But who's to judge?
Here I'm at peace
Each
Mona Lisa
Leaves an artist wrought with dissatisfaction
It happens
That some works remain unfinished,
Business as usual
Soon you'll
See the bigger picture
When it's finished.
I hope you'll appreciate my rendering of what I've perceived.
"Innocence Returned to Sender"
...It's a working title.