a slighted recounting

[friendsofstrays]

in my books i read of different things
hard and hot as summer to my brain
concrete foreign ideals in raw form
then absorbing slightly likely
to melting icicles in the spring

ideas make mountains
    peaking upper atmospheres
sentences the streams
    carving as they snake throughout
faceting foundations for my dreams
a beautiful scene at first
fogged with unassuming air
     but he's too meek to speak about it
        he's far too quiet to share