i guess some things really do
just slip through your mind
like sand through fingers
just flowing away

i suppose that some people
just dont know how
to let go of these things

i think that some people
try get rid of the thoughts
on purpose

sometimes it feels better
to feel nothing and calms
your feverish mind
to forget

push the thoughts out
like the tide
tie an anchor to your ankle
and just let it all
slip away

You caught me falling asleep when you close your eyes,
and you met me half way to the river where our dreams swim in the currents of time.
The silence in the night soaks through the blankets,
seeps through our eyelids,
but it never captures our minds.
I'll meet you there always, that house out of time.
We'll be carried to that place on an eddy from owl wings.
A passenger in my eyes
Blink away the last world of soft cats and dragon kites.
Blink again to invite skeletons holding hands.
Blink again and hands will move,
skin shimmering at the five finger dance.

I wonder how much
A barrel of blood,

Costs in dollars...

"You're an angel"
He says.
"My angel."
I squeeze both of his hands a little tighter and plant a kiss on his pale wrinkle-plad cheek.
His lips mimic a smooch-
Looking more like a puckering goldfish than anything else.
I smile that smile only he can bring to my face,
As if I were the sunshine that lights the blue sky's of his eyes.
I wrap my arms around him, burying my face into his sleeve.
"I love you" I say.
"I love you too... Angel" his lips murmer as they continue to sputter out kisses.
Remember.
We don't use that word much here.
Tomorrow he will forget that I love him so dear.
But as long as his smile still shines and his eyes gleam bright blue,
I will never forget how I love him so true.

birds in flight
crystals falling
breathless silence frozen
sun explodes
dazzling light
wings shatter imploding

You were nothing but a furtive dalliance.
Our days were conflated with a demure attitude.

I’m an ingenue.

And you are an imbroglio.

There are no stars in the city.
The street lights are bright like the bright lights illuminating the night as the steady stream of cars pass by.
Steady like dreams.
Dreams are the wishes cast from the deepest window of your soul left ajar,
The kind of wish one would never dream to admit upon a star.