Shadows move on sheet rock barriers framed in time of late Spaces filled with unknown visions dance about with feet of clay Gowns of nightmare carpetbaggers thunder on the floor Drippings in a mist of nervous breath blanket my safe haven and the sounds scream in voices of past mishaps Lost in lonely corridors, wailing on aching skylights permitting barely a moon glow psalm to echo of their meaning in songs from a distance, of pleading skeletal desire
“I fear for I have no choice”
Doorways yawn in weary ovations Slanted photos dot the landscape Windows prove little relief from the cold as heat pierces my cavities Gaping wounds of frail memories clutch at my last ounce, measuring the words I am reading Taking a breath, sweet, stagnant Clawing for an exit only to find it has stood before me all along Baby steps, I have been told Find that trust, slowly…make sure, reach out for the hand offered on a dreamscape message
“I fear for I have no choice?”
Eyes, so tired, weeping pools out of focus since that day, open (As if sunflowers float on silken wings and glorious becomes an understood word) slowly and tentatively, blinking sorrow’s pathway free to lead me to you The imprint of that butterfly marks my palm in red lines of love, mapping my skin with a long awaited smile, dry lips curve as I take your hand trusting, for the very first time realizing the feeling which hath finally…set me free