How do you go on
When grief compounds grief
When foundations turn to sand
Turn to glass
Then shatter again and again
How do you persist
Against this sick cycle
Of losing then gaining
And losing again
How do you
Please tell me

The grass shimmers
muted green
with cold emerald glitter.

Small onyx mirrors
of rippling beauty
loose their heated motion,
hardening with a lack of passion.

A stationary figure
finds light from
the siblings of
the absentee sun.

Releasing the teasing
Blinking space furnaces
finally expose their
naked mythological fury.

Breath curls
evaporating the last
warm spirits,
till the night vapors
swirl no more,
and the stiffness
From winter’s vengeance
let’s death overcome and own
the night watchman’s frozen form.

Like a tree in the night I am the shadows
Forever an image froze

I'm just a mirage
Decked out in camouflage
A black silouet against a sea of gray
The drakness conceals the decay

Bending under the weight
Of this darkest fate
For I've tasted the sorrow
Of every single tomorrow

Watched the moonbeams resistance Against the darks existence
The star's twinkle in denial
But the darkness has been there all the while

And I ...... I am only shadows
An image froze

Anyone can leave your mind, but your heart . . .

Have you run from your conscience?
You are a half-breed believer
You do not know where you belong
You cannot decide
Who is right and who is wrong

Find the human being inside you
That is where you will begin
It is the easy road
And the right one
It will help you carry the load

Whether cheap robes and scarves
And a beaten brow
Or summer dresses
And a Kentucky wide-brim
The truth cares not who it caresses

You could not decide what to believe
So believe in me
And what I tell you today
Is that you need no one
Except that from which you ran away

You know how much our love has travelled
your pain; my sorrow
my grief; your anguish
you and I know how much we can sail,
so let's come together and run away
I chase you beyond those oikon trees
where you hid those dark secrets
You chase me towards the junction
where the road divides
where the trees tell the stories
of the secret I cannot say
and then

*"I stitch your wounds"