Ever so lonely...

[lordoftherummy]

Ever so lonely
In a world full of people
I passed by a church
And saw God at the steeple

I sat in the water
And took out my clock
A key floated by
Though I hadn't a lock.

The rooks flew the winds
As the seasons had changed
When boys became lovers
And the witches were hanged

The sun tried so hard
To make his reach long
But sailors were caught
By the myriads death song

Some babbling brooks
Were turned into creeks
As the hours became days
And the days became weeks

Beggers are choosers
They know not themselves
As books become written
And put on the shelves.

I saw all this happen
I did not know why
I asked a sad person
In a white field of rye

The steeple rang bells
And the key no more hovers
Boys were forgotten
By the sun's darkened covers
The weeks became ages
When the choosers were lovers.

Later