Blankets of blackened scorn
torn and tattered
kept silent and wrapped
in permanent time
stilling in the proverbial frost
that encircles all things
good and evil

Twirling circling twisting
the bubbling spirit
their eyes close to list’ning
burning dead eyes
Quietly piercing
untimely lies
watch the dark bird take flight
to send solemn word
we are in search
of something, anything
to hold and perch
something tangibly near
and realistically far
something to break the fear
and loosen the grip
on supposed to be’s
which stay on the very tip
of our tongues and minds
and haunt our souls
with something we will never find.

Blanketing skies
that quietly balance hurt clouds
of fluffy white
dipped in burning cliche
And subtly forgotten
in night as black as night
Stars ***** the dark
and bleed light
which seeps into the minds of the mad
and tickles their insanity
tearing them apart