I have entered this valley grinning
the crags terrify my lovers
to melodic and gray they
bend and dance
the dark motions of reminiscence
on the lawn above
and the daisies near bright as water
lucid as strums strummed
long ago
whorled
I have entered this valley
its grin is melancholic and brays these sounds
only I have wanted to be to be
like cracks of my lovers their under silky sway
my
purple desperate places called to
I am emboldened by as lambs at last
their necks raised, slashed, they would run
and curse they run and curse
the illusion that time is
illusion; yet
there is no motion that takes the spatial zoom of clockworks
beyond the place of the butcher's tired elbows
nor
this valley I have had them lay me into
nor the place of its entry
my lover's drawn away hand in the night
my box of brilliant crayons
stilled
they wait for me to be clever again
where an ancient farmhouse once roamed
the Tarzan rope in the barn
its mountains of hay like Tibetan heights
beneath my smooth and beloved feet
within my young and whispering fingers
my boy heart had not measurement for
nor the ethereal birds, their songs
I only wanted to be, to be
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Your writing seems to become more astonishing as time goes by, Danny. Your lover's hand draws away into the night only to retrieve a dream for your eyes, then it returns to your warmth, your solace. Thank you for entering this incredible piece in my contest. Good luck, Sweetheart. 
yep you got me, I am only 15, but you see on Pluto the planetary circumnavigation of the solar system's star, the sun (I believe you humans call it 
) is about 16 to 1 
... as opposed to the one to one here, on this planet .. 
