The dog has been
Nipping at my heels
For some time,
And I'm so tired
That I think
I may just
Let him carry me
For a little while

You let me
Trace the stars
In your skin
With my fingertips
Like constellations
In the night sky
©FaerieFoxPoetry

we are all
silhouettes
of the universe

maybe
that is why
we can't help
but look up

©KNL

Such a sight my heart remembers,
When heavy boughs rained autumn embers
So many warmly painted trees
Creating mosaics in the breeze
The leaves were dancing toward the ground,
They twirled and circled all around
We held our hands up to the sky
Caressing them as they flew by
Flickering through the smudge of grey,
Little fires to brighten our cloudy day
We watched them land on their bed of green
Creating a most resplendent scene,
A quilt of yellows, oranges, and reds
Woven from such brilliant threads
We gazed upon that lovely sight,
Until we saw the edge of night
And then we bid our friends farewell
And left them laying where they fell

Bloodstained sunrise
Slices through deep blues,
Pushing aside shimmering jewels
Lighting the way for grey ghost wisps,
Listless drifters warning those around
That red claws grip the earth
Dragging death in their wake

When grey clouds
Are always spilling over
With the ebb and flow
Of their seas  
Those with soft hearts
Will soak it all in
Only to pour it back out
A greedy catharsis
Under overcast skies

©FaerieFoxPoetry

Ancient, languid pines
Paint a clouded night
Onto a dark canvas,
Muddled skies
Brought to life
Using shades of gray,
And silver moonlight

We were thieves
That night,
Stealing kisses
In the moonlight,
A candle lit
To guide hands
And hearts

©KNL

The spaces in between
Claim to be memory and dream
Though I can feel the walls around me
Things are not as they would seem

©FaerieFoxPoetry

Can I settle
In your heart,
A most fertile valley,
Let me fill
My lungs with you,
A breath of fresh air,
For I have been a wanderer
Traveling far and long
In search of someone
That felt like home

©KNL

My eyes are always searching
For those hidden paths,
Escape routes
Through the ghost towns
That I am tearing down
With slow hands

I have spent
too many days and nights
on broken things
out of pocket expenses
given too freely
to those begging
for any amount of
someone else to get them by

I was spare change
jingling in hands
too full of nothing
to be so very heavy

@KNL

Sometimes
I think it might be nice
To not want or be wanted

To not be an item to be grabbed
Or the hand that reaches out to hold

There is a simple sort
Of naive bliss
In being a wallflower

Never plucked and taken away
Another forgotten decoration
In a glass house

© KNL

I'm lost in a trance
Caught in a dance
With memories abound
All twirling around
So light on their feet
And when we meet
Feelings take flight
Oh, what a sight
Reliving within me
A life only I see

©KNL

It's getting late in the day

Silence lingers heavily here
Where gleaming fingertips
Dig into scarred horizons
Running red with the light of a dying sun

Open-air hallways full of empty windows
Reflect what is left of the day
Into the faces of passersby

The only warmth they will find here

Eyes without faces march in lines
Parallel to uneven streets leading them
To places where illumination
Is only a figment of the imagination

©KNL

We will beg for rain,
Wailing
When it washes us clean

©FaerieFoxPoetry

Love
Floods in
Washes me away

©KNL

Sometimes I think of those nights
Flowing through the veins of the city
Coursing along the waterfront
Carried along by inky waves
Watching the wind dance a waltz
With the leaves at my feet
As I walked that concrete stage

©FaerieFoxPoetry

Some days
I am floating free
Swimming 'round my head
Nothing to weigh me down
To keep me glued to the ground

But then again,
I suppose it's alright
If I drift about
from time to time

©KNL

While daydreams reverberate
Off of blockade brains
We sit in wooden cages
Our painted faces
Plastered in melting windows

We watch pale skies
While waiting for rain
Or maybe the atom's apple
To break the monotony
Of thinking about the end

©KNL

Red fur glints 'twixt trees galore
Above, a flight of swallows soar
As they fly deftly through the skies
Singing their sweet melodic sighs,
The fox moves lithely through the bones
Of white birch trees and ancient stones,
Weaving his way through the maze ahead
Strolling where few have dared to tread
Green leaves blot out sun and sky
While crows on branches perch to spy
So shy a beast that roams alone,
The only way it's ever known

Sometimes
I am a phantom limb
Passing through the body
Of a listless lover
Unnoticed

©FaerieFoxPoetry

it is so hard
to be gentle
when I always have
the taste of blood
in my mouth

©KNL

Passing through
Many hands
And many minds
Ever hiding
Around the corners
In the rooms
I'm trying to escape

Always the name
Perched on too many lips
Demanding penance
For crimes committed
Against myself

Voices fill
Empty chambers
Loaded, as bullets
Into mouths, like guns
Howling their grievances
Into open ears

Will it ever be
Quiet

©FaerieFoxPoetry

I wonder if
The cat who stole
Your tongue
Decided to leave it
In a safe place

I have taken midnight station
Set in quiet contemplation
Sipping on the thickest silence,
Such a sickly-sweet libation

©FaerieFoxPoetry

Silent white morning
Hosts a red velvet hunter
Crimson stains the snow

There is a rabbit
In the thicket
He watches
Death pass
From a distance
With scarlet eyes
Set in porcelain
Easily cracked

How do
I hold you
With hands
That are not
Always my own

©KNL

These honey thick words
Stick to the tip
Of my tongue
And syrupy thoughts
Are hard to swallow

©FaerieFoxPoetry

I released the earth
From my clinging fingertips
Letting the hands on the clock
Carry me towards the end
It was only then that I realized
That I had become numb
To the lament of all of our days
tick
      tock
tick
      tock

©FaerieFoxPoetry

Please let me leave,
I'm ready to go
Into the vast wilderness
Of life undone
By my own frail hands
I watch my story
In monochrome
Radiating in my head
Like radio waves
Playing a funeral song,
A melancholy melody
Written in a language
Only I can speak

Come and sit beneath the tree
We'll watch the fairies, wild and free
Shimmering wings dart here and there
Carrying tiny beings without a care
On tiny toadstools they do land
With blooms and berries in their hands
Wearing broken twigs and maple leaves
And bits of moss torn from the eaves
Now that they've finished playing games
They'll dance and sing round brilliant flames
Underneath a shining crescent moon
Til' dawn they'll sway, and drink, and croon
And when the sun is overhead
It will finally be time for bed
Magic flows throughout the night
When dainty fairies are filled with delight

You must see
Through roses
Pressed
As thin as lips
Hiding such
Sharp teeth

When I split myself open
You reached a steady hand
Into a garden overgrown
With briars and stillborn blooms,
Plucking them away
With loving fingers,
Ignoring the wounds
That came from tending to me

Once every wilted vine
Had been cleared
From a trellis made of bones
You began plucking
Even the smallest of thorns
From my punctured heart,
Planting new seeds
In the holes left behind

Then you took my trembling hands
Into your bloodied palms
And showed me how to  
Make a garden grow

©FaerieFoxPoetry

I watched you there,
Drinking from the sun
Swallowing beams
Of the most radiant light
I saw with aching eyes
The shadow that you cast
And traced your silhouette,
Drawn into the lovely void
That trailed behind you

Heavy eyelids flutter open to darkness so serene
Bare skin is cool and clammy with the slightest summer sheen
You walk into the night with moon and stars to guide your way
And it doesn't seem to phase you as the trees begin to sway
Because you're following a feeling you hold deeper than a dream
That in this moment everything is not as it would seem
Ahead of you a fire burns, a sun so very bright
Yet the silhouettes dancing 'round it sing their praises to the night
Porcelain figures move in time with a slow and primal tune
As you step into the circle beneath the silver moon
Chanting bodies begin their throes
As hands intertwine and magic flows
Souls woven together through the darkest power  
Of the overwhelming call of the witching hour

I need to delve into you
Like a reader with an open book,
Swimming through the fathomless depths
of every chapter in your deep blue past
I want to skim your pages,
Tracing your words with my fingers
Like so many rays of brilliant light
Breaching the surface
Of who you truly are

As words spill freely
From behind loose lips
Rivers of thought begin to form
And while they ebb and flow
Around the heads of those  
Pouring them into the world,
One must wonder if they will manage
To trickle into ears to fill empty minds
Before spilling into seas of apathy

Loneliness on gilded wing
Has nothing but a song to sing
Crooning softly to an evening sky
A dulcet and quite somber sigh
In flight through hues of red and gold
Warbling a tune that none will behold
A requiem from a chorus of one
Beneath the quickly setting sun

I flip through
The written chapters
Of my life
And as I make my way
Through still blank pages
I catch a glimpse
Of the end

It seems to me
We've entered a world
Where everyone is shaken
Yet not one of us stirred

In the twilight hour
When grey light
Fills the empty space
Between your walls
Do you think of me?

Do I overflow your mind,
Cascading over the edges
Like too much water
In a shallow cup

Do I flood your thoughts
With dazzling colors,
A prism brilliantly shining
In technicolor splendor

Or do you think of me
Wooden and solemn,
A coffin for the life
You have left behind