Structures, in a way unforeseen
Fog, sensibilities lost and found again
Wonders, do sometimes cease
Colors vibrate the spectrum
causing shifts through the phases
leaving only bright reflections
of intimations in its wake
forging ripples in the grand pond
of the universe whose waves
slap against the shores
of consciousness creating
mandelbrots spiraling forever
outward yet snuggly held within
the golden ratio as it gambols
amongst the magical Circle of Fifths
drowsing in fits and bursts
but never more than an hour
eyes open and staring at the fan
slow wind brushing the sheets
vivid dreams spark and die
too many to count in the in-betweens
another sleepless night
Morning light washes over my eyes
Warm, soft and buttery
Quiet in that brief stretch of time
Flashing across the frozen brush
Layering warmth where it lay
Only colder in the shadows and nooks
My heart is warmed while the wind blisters my cheeks
I should’ve worn pants…
What cerulean light through yonder window breaks?
For it doth burn mine eyes so true
Have the slumbers of my distracted globe lingered opaque
For the world to colour itself so blue?
While palls of Indigo dim the hearts bitter ache
Ought shadows not illuminate our ravin point of view?
Footsteps lingered in the threads of the carpeting
As the sound of your voice echoes back from the walls
Fingernails scratched into the wood of the moulding
When invocations mingled amongst the outer squalls
Patterns forged from shards of decorative pargeting
While the ropes bite deeper when the victim crawls
Where visions of monsters lie within the beholding
Bitter the poison on the tongue that it scalds
The grinding of steel while it is sharpening
Ever louder, the darkness calls
Seachange of promise and loss
Snow dots the landscape
It was such a pretty snowy morning. I couldn’t resist taking a quick picture and the words just fell out of me.
Lovely girl sitting on her swing, swing, swing…
Dark hair shadows her face like string, string, string.
Her feet kick out and she goes high, high, high…
Faster and faster, into the night sky, sky, sky.
Softly, she whispers about a hole, hole, hole…
Where she should have had a soul, soul, soul.
Her deadened eyes stare into mine, mine, mine…
Something about her brings about the shine, shine, shine.
Around her mutters, with your soul I would be complete, eat, eat…
With those words, I beat a hasty retreat, treat, treat.
But who knew that lonely girls could float, float, float.
I felt her cold fingers around my throat, throat, throat…
As I fade away, I feel her kiss, kiss, kiss.
Her bony hand takes mine into the abyss, abyss, abyss…
The lovely girl was just skin and bone, bone, bone…
The lonely girl is no longer alone, alone, alone.
Blood swirls through
from the heart to your veins
Only to cycle afresh and anew.
Its sanguine scent
while heady and sweet
colors scarlet the bitter brew.
Risen by the call
of your heart’s heavy beat
and the splash of tears you’ve let slip.
Returned, I have
though my spectral presence
lades your soul with dread.
While it may be
that I am no more
Romance itself is never dead.