Peacock in the tall grass

His plumage deceived
My childhood dreams blue-green
Pulled by a thread
Through time's riverbed, upstream.
As I mend the seam, he spills,
Flesh to steam

And I would haste the patient days
To know what verdant lawns...
(You flaunt your shine, so pavonine)
But you run away, terrified
And now i cannot tell what's your's from mine
Or what i'll find...

He thinks he is free,
But my shadow, it hangs in the reeds.
Once soft, supple limbs
Now taut with attentive greed.

And now i want your head,
My quilled diadem

A broken conscience, struggling
Once-dazzled eyes, you've lost
The glow the beat
(In self-deceit)
You'd rather gag on the rime
Than share the hearth
And watch the cold retreat
Upon receipt

(With readied blade my trembling future in one hundred eyes)

Could i rewind, i would trade it all just to chase you through soft pearls of dew, the warmth and hue...