we left behind
gated, frosting footsteps:

a pulsing night, pulling
in and out of colour:

you were an
outlined track on our
palms: a myriad of
our voices tangling
as rubber wires:

a crystal in our cloudless breath,
an art i couldn't limn.

you were brittle
and warm: i still

shivered as i brushed
your shoulder.

you circled the wrong
answer again
and again, the
led darkening into the paper
until there were no answers
left at all.

I am the dandelion.
Transformed.

I was a useless ****.
Unwanted.

Now I am a fluffy force.
Reformed.

*******!

I sail on the wind.

I begin again.

I WHISPERED, "I am too young,"
And then, "I am old enough";
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
"Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair."
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

They are everywhere
Those ghosts the zephyrs
The battery of flashes
Those pauses in between breaths.

The spaces filled with memories
Pictures of time frozen for eternity
In my mind in my life
Signs that I have been

Existence as a conglomeration
As if a family album
Were spread before me
Time turning pages.

Frozen like a pond now
I kneel wiping snow
To view. Crystals cold float down
Upon this scene obscuring

Blurry times horizon.
There  go I
Just a pitiable  fool
On old knees through

The dreams  a page a
Time focusing trying to find
Some truth. And like
A miser keeping them

These visions happy or
Horrible sad or climactic
From falling off
Onto the icy pond

I'm kneeling on
Worshipping.