A time spent in the clearing
And in the darkness…its thoughts
Rearing
And growing and moaning and…fear
Here they come
Visions of Monet
Do we run?
No, we stand our ground and hear what they say

So subtle were
My thoughts of you
That I wonder how
You never knew

Words could never express
All this breath, I waste
And those songs, they taste
Like heaven, as if
He sent a memory
For us to share, but where
Oh where have all the times gone
All those moments we shared
Ill forever bear, those midnight whispers
An unintended stare
That smile, without a care

The darkness just creeps and creeps
And bleeds and blinks
My poor memories can’t catch a wink
When I sleep, at the bottom in the deep
He never even tried to climb back out
Just built a house and settled down with a mouse
Does your headspace dream
Are those your screams
Both reds and blues in these vivid dreams

A prisoner in the constructs
That you created blind, in my mind still I find
Darkened spaces and places and traces of rhyme
I pushed you away so many times
Yet here you are, defining the rules of my dreams
Such pretentious themes, still alarmed by your screams
The shadows aren’t as frightened as you are it seems
Though their velvet lined gloves, are blacker than ash
Like little white doves or maybe a rash
No those words don’t make sense, now! maybe I’m tense
I just want to leave, so I wrote what you read (RED)
Can’t you see what I’ve said?

It’s redundant

*It’s dead

The stripes that line
The dots that mine
Those nostalgic thoughts
That fade with time

Unconscious crimes, like
A musician’s rhyme
Strung through the halls
Where symphonies divine

I cannot accept
What I cannot find
Have you seen me
*Am I still alive