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Brett Nov 2020
When the clock strikes noon
I begin to wish for the dark
To see your face
Bring light to the moon

My Dear
You are the echo from the rhythm of my heart
How can breathing so close
Carry us so far apart
If love is loss and pain
Then what is left is what remains
Emptiness and sorrow
How can one-man dance
When no songs will play tomorrow
Brett Oct 2020
The wind pushes west
On through the trees
As the stars rest beyond the clouds
I can’t see a way out
As the night sings aloud
The forest tells her story
As the leaves kiss the ground
Nature gathers to scream
As no one hears a sound
The fire crackles at my feet
As the creature’s circle round
The vines begin to wither
As the redwoods come crashing down
I can’t see a way out
Brett Oct 2020
Here I am
Just spinning in the wind
A wandering soul
Excavating the hope
That lies buried within

Here I am
Slow dancing with pain
A battered warrior
Searching for glory
Breaking free from these chains

Here I am
On the edge of the void
A healing heart
Hope in hand
Drifting away from all the noise

Here I stand
Walking this empty road
Devoid of regret
Tears run dry
I’m coming home
Brett Oct 2020
The hour draws near
As the clock strikes midnight
Demons begin to converse with fear
Drenched in candlelight
This pen becomes a mirror
A conduit for insight
Inking endless tears
My creatures of the night
May you never disappear
Brett Oct 2020
Do we ever notice
How clouds of light
Vale the stars
From human sight

Do we ever notice
How the light from the moon
Illuminates our path
As the oceans turn black from blue

Do we ever notice
The warmth of a touch
Until hands become ashes
From dust to dust

So, let’s notice the world
Come and sit for a while
It’s ok to grow old
With the heart of a child
Brett Oct 2020
There is a place I dream of
That truly frees my mind
It often smells like peace
And tastes of salty brine

The hours never wither
On these sands of time
Where the sun can always kiss her
And faces age like wine

The night is deafly quiet
Bright stars adorn the sky
The moon floats behind it
And I never say goodbye
Brett Oct 2020
He peers through fogged glass
As it begins to rain
Gazing past the flash
Of lightning on his brain
Slowly watching time pass
His thoughts cannot refrain
From searching for the last
Heart which left a stain
On the soul that he had smashed
On the most rugged of terrain
He is trapped in the past
And that’s his window pain
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