Sun dripped orbs
gazing abrupt
steely, sweetly.
flecks,
Gold and ember.

Till the voice came calling
A relentless wave beating
the low moon breaks
amongst the waves

Till the sweet dew rises
Rippled honey crusted
Three dried flames
Fall leaves, preserved

Till the piercing dawn comes seeping
to Lie as the sweet dew sets

The perennial beauty,
of tranquil loss.
Twisting softly towards the breeze,
shedding the summers green,
for a more festive slough.
In the browns and ember
I find humanity intact,
As if brushed gently
into the wild.

peer through me.
you know me well,
enough simply to navigate.
strengthen your will for this,
if nothing else.
a simple incision,
to my soul.

trust me, dead woman crawling in my hallway
its not that i dont like meeting in the night
its just that im gonna have to clean that up
tomorrow, so could you not?

As i brush the hair from my face
i see it, in a reflection.
tiny whispers of past dreams,
a beacon, a calling.

Hold on, i may be falling
straight through this life
and down to yours.
its funny the things you think of in times like these

i don't think i coulds say please
any more than i do.
i just want you home
before this thought fades