Inside of these walls there are many faces on display.  A wine-glass is fractured yet remains intact.  The mirror reflects a multitude of emotions.  Daily life throws us many a vacation.

Words switch places.  Green is red-tinged envy.  The light upon the screen is dimmed.  Tiny feet are planting footsteps in the garden.

Outside of these thoughts much is happening.  Cars are racing against time to overtake their neighbours.  The wind carries a plastic bag to a new destination as the train remains stranded at the station.

Rust comes slowly.  Beside the seaside is where I lie.  Blue skies are fading.

This morning passes
as clouds come and go

I watch the washing
machine as it spins

listening to rumbles
from the sky

the table is cluttered,
with newspaper print

four legs in contact with
the kitchen floor

This face obscured
green eyes hide

clouds shift, smoke
rises

underneath autumn
leaves

reading white lines
torn at the seams

Coriander mixed alone,
a yellow-footed woman
smiles with raindrops.

A single marble rolls.

Monday morning
haunts my heart.

Your words linger
like stale air

Lost in translation
we're torn apart.

A gesture in time I still hold alone.  Dignity is a vision refocused.  Look at this.  Just one small detail on a cufflink.  This lamp shines a light.  Illumination is a walk in wonder.  Upon the sidewalk they rest.  Invisible for the most part, and then her dream began.

Blue is the lagoon
within your eyes.

Outside the trashcan falls to the ground.  Can you hear the crash?  It's a cymbal sounding.  Love is the duster which polishes your soul.