Sitting at the edge
of a corner light...
As your editor, I swear to you I will be a voice...
This is the Parable of The Editor, and I will...
Though your compliments carry ingredients that...
the writer inside me never allowed for...
Laughter rang out, upon a misty, midnight moon
white falcon racing, upon pavement etched in gold...
No matter what I'm here for you,
You can count on me it's what I do...
Seeing to this sprout
With tender, loving care...
Teeth bared;
warning the world away...
You may have lived outside
Some lines of understanding...
A funny thing it is to see
Myself, adrift upon a virtual sea...
I say I'm not beautiful
you insist that I'm wrong...
I have danced with the vampire
howled with the wolf...
Being left behind multiple times hurts
the first time was high school...