Do not touch
The shards of glass
That lay fallen
Where the bottle broke;
No matter how pretty they are,
Or how nicely they catch the sun,
And no matter that they gleam like stars,
Because the edges are sharp,
And could cut your fingers,
And leave you so brilliantly broken;

And yet I still found you
Crouched beside glass like crushed diamonds
With thick beads rolling down your fingertips
Gleaming impossibly red like rubies
On crystal edges
With no regrets or regards
And I can't say I blame you.

I am not ready for this day;
The sun shines far too bright.
So I'll just shut my eyes again
And pretend its velvet night.

Yes, today I have work,
And I stayed up far too late,
But please wrap me in sleep, oh moon,
Though its time to wake

I am
Sitting in the sun
Eating store-bought chocolate pudding
Next to one who calls me a friend,
I cannot say the same.
The sun is warmer,
The pudding sweeter...
And the company is almost excruciating.
But,
Eating indoor pudding
Is nothing but bland.
And for all that she ******* about everything incessantly,
She is still warmer than the abandoned hall.

Golden sunsets glow
Slanting through your windows, cold
Lighting dust into lazy snow
Drifting, drifting slow
The blaze first to go
Then fiery Amber toes
Paint red skies bold
Then before the story is told
The colour away is blown
And melts into summer nights.

You've got to move to the rhythm and sway
Let the sound wash your troubles away
Its your turn to seize the day
So swim in the rhythm and sway

Hold your arms out to catch the beat
Lose your self in the music retreat
Spin on your new light feet;
Have the bad pounded out by the beat

Its not a song, its your soul
Feel it heal you until you're whole
It'll warm you when you're cold
Move to the music of your soul

Swirling coils of thick heat
Rise like snakes, reaching
Waving angrily in the air,
Poisoning us who cling
To the parched earth,
And stretch, up, up
Into the cool, tender night,
Whose cool fingers sooth
And gentle caresses calm
The angry snakes
Until they coil back down to sleep,
And then her gentle breath
Soothes, too, our troubles
And lays us down softly sleeping
Into the comforting coils
And warm bodies
Of the snakes

I never win,
Racing against dragonflies,
But I love it.

I like the taste of cookies best
When everyone's asleep

The dark drapes of night
hang over a sea of twinkling city lights,
held up only by the dark towering trees and distant velvety mountains.
The hot air finally cooled to bliss.
This is why I love the night.