~1~

DREAMS

I am awake
yet dreaming

sleepwalking
into
the
waves


~2~

SLOW FADE

Roses slowly become
as paper

Would that their
scent was
as ink


~3~

HAPPY MEAL

The child has a collection
of Happy Meal cups

Would throwing them out
make him sad?

I imagine that they
are always
half full...


~4~

HOLD ON

He holds on
to his many delusions

Reality slips
through
his
fingers


~5~

Grace is a free gift
paid for
by

DEATH

Snow covers ground
to conceal lies.
But it can't cover truth.


10W

Soul Survivor
2014

Words.
Dust motes
illuminated
and put in place
within
a
sunbeam
of conscious mind.

But this is not
the magic.

The miracles
are those poems
written
in
complete

DARKNESS


Soul Survivor
C. Jarvis
March 15, 2014

We live on the edge.
Our soul is the

CENTER

~~~

10W
Soul Survivor