Ghosts

I know nothing at all       only that in the end        everything is a lie      that suns do not live forever     and neither will I          

Getting away with it

just to see        just to fail       

            a tiger once caught                  by the tip of its tail     

                                     farewell farewell

                        my fairy tale

            farewell farewell…

Out there

the light 

a threat

and yet here I am

attempting to kill

what I have resurrected

instead

Into the sun

When I fell asleep I dreamt I was walking through the field of flowers I’d so spectacularly failed to paint.  I looked up at the sky, and there was the red dragon.  As he soared above me I wished I could grab hold of his wings and fly away forever.

Warning

This place I find you

the clouds mirrored in your eyes...

Temporary

We are the paint peel chipping
dangling over the prickly
bushes
waiting with an eye
toward falling
I wonder who I will be
when I am cut and
bleeding 
I wonder who I will be
when I have
given up

It is like the blanking of
a color screen
the bleaching of dark
green carpeting
hold my hand for just
a little while
We are moving
and fading
on and on

Trapped

when I am the snow without the season

made to believe in the riddle

but not the reason

what should I have asked you to bring? 

one shelter for seeking

one memory good enough for keeping

when I am

waiting

forgotten

trusted

to accept what cannot be

because after all of this

what was your plan

what is to become of me?