things they never see

There are those ghastly
bare hours
where everything just hurts
they crawl in through the holes
that should have been patched up
so long ago
and sting away
buzzing and
humming in your ear
never pretty songs
and you close your eyes
and wish for The orca whales
with eyes that ride upon
a well mannered galaxy
and a slow setting sunset
that tips off the ginkgo leaves
to the starry night to come
and while they burn
around and about
you find an orchestra playing inside
lilting melodies
that you wrap up
in tiny boxes
little things scattered
that they could never touch