Tend to the grassThat burns, within the forest pass,Upon the road that floodsOur thoughts covered in glass.Mirrors against where Heaven stood,Next to fall at the pinnacle – To an ocean, shredded of debacle.With stains against snow-touched cheeks,Presenting symptoms to the bleak. Here, the eyes have withdrawnFrom the sun’s rise at dawn.

How many womenBreathed fire through their lips?How many womenCusped water before the drought?How many womenWept for the sullen forest,Whether or notThe waters would raise enough? How many womenSpoke of sadness at the end,Wrote letters to be sentTowards crippled shores?

A sister’s hand reaches forThe loneliest pick of a feather.One forlorn smile among a thousand breezesShifting the currents, extending the eyes.As all was the wave crashing downIn the defeated heart where thunder ceases.A sister’s hand reaching for softness,Weeping for the mirror, a reflection’s weariness. Her eyes carve the daggers for the sight,While her talons are […]

While trickles find a wayTo lakes, and beyondTo the tunnels that bend awayFrom the faces that move on.For winter that never leavesThese arms in the dust,Places upon journeys astray – From the final gatheringAs tears spill from the moon,Leaving petals against the gloom.To the storms, come breathing –

How will the fog come to clearWhen these arms take free the north,Breaking the shadows against you, here?Love caresses the midnight, sereneIn the open mouthsBreathing kisses down throats,Walking in the slowness of glaciers,Weeping in the arms of the other. Some smile came to save you,Some man in his pockets to take you,While faces were forever […]

I fumble the lane,Waiting as I cry the path onward.When the smile keeps me sane,Keeps tears from carving this faceInto something less than recognizable,Captivation rains a scenery upwards.I lose the value inEverything displayed within – Before the uncovered shoreCould gift me with a song at morning.Before tempting silenceOverruns me towards tonight,I can halt these hands […]

Journey ahead nine feet acrossThe tenth of a mile at a loss,While the buckles fall free from your shoes,As a sailor passes his life to the noose.Sing for the siren’s gambit – Falling into the emptiest hemispheres.While each for the eyes becomes frozenIn the other’s depleting stare.Falling during the last ray of sunshineDuring the days […]

I Colors will drain from the open wound. Upon the carpet, upon the spaces where sunlight brought in from open windows is shown warmest, as these marks are left without memory for why or when they were applied. They just were, because colors can be left behind. Color-blinded, some people are, though not ever blinded […]