Harsh light still casts shadows,
Some never seen,
But always felt.

Darkness too often is stuck in the sight,
But the deepest I know lives in the light.

A Howl,
Distant but fair.
A Howl,
Prickles fine hair.

It is ethereal
It is sweet
Repeated in time,
It follows the beat.

Will it be empty?
Will it be cold?

Visions of choking stillness.
Visions of growing puddles.

This sacred place.
This capsule of love.
This shared space.

Will it scream,
While I dream?
Will it cry,
While I die?

Will we consume one another?

.
Slick, slack, sock,
With a withering wandering walk.
It clings and sings,
Against the stings,
Along the fog of smog.

Fond fuzzy fluff,
Soft soothing stuff
A wiggle, a puff,
A slip, a sizzle, a *****

Legs break and shake,
The world wakes and quakes
Yet we three, are free
Against the wall and waves
Of shock.

This is the time to give:

Eyes to look
Eyes to read

Ears to listen
Ears to hear

Hands to make
Hands to write

Voice to speak
Voice to sing

Heart to help
Heart to heal

Yourself to another
Yourself for another

Dreams have become me.
The only allowed plain.

To escape in dreams seemed lazy
I judged those that lived like this.

Take the bull by the horns.
Make destiny bow to you.

These are subconscious
These are naive.

Now dreams are where I find love
They are where I find confidence.

They are full stories
Shade from a scorching pain.

I drift and dread the dawn.
It brings shame and endless sorrow.

For a moment I can have joy,
For a minute I can be free.

One escape, one door.
Inside lies a closet.
It is dark, ***** and dank.

Not an exit.
Not a haven.
It is only a breath.

Hide without pain here
Under the concrete jugular
Among the dusty antiques.

No promises of peace
No hope of future
Only a chance at air