falling sky

Vile sparks rile,

Stilted tricks out for a while,

Rummaged for dishes,

Polished yet finicky,

It let in a spiel,

Fragile in shadows,

Alight in meadows,

Drunk in the loyal stage,

Winding horses past their age,

Leathery sky falls in parched fortnights,

Rubbery air falls twice a day,

Yet the dream is cold,

He dares to call it stale,

Yet it feeds the feet,

Frail steps leap over days,

Edited for crispy narrative,

Now a flowing beard,

Stronger bones,

Now velvety sky falls,

Every minute,

Dishes fly past in belts,

Fresh dreams haunt every night,

Yet the eye trickles for the stale,

As it attempts a smile.