There looms something, a flickering candlelight
where my fingers are wound tight
and the whispering cool air brushes through
the strands of my hair,

picking out the strangeness,
weaving through to soothe the blistering scalp
my breath lit with an invisible flame
as I stood alone at the end of an empty space

the niche in my back still throbbed with pain
I couldn't possibly be the shelter from the rain
causing the pavement to drown, to the sneering
snatches of masked ogres making their way

yet I remained, in the fullness of the current
there should be no man, no woman afraid
to perch on a treacherous route
where moments blossom into something real

I laughed, thrilled with the notes coursing
as noticed what clutched in my fingers  
was the ability to touch things and to feel
where change beckons without fear

There looms something, a flickering candlelight
where my fingers are wound tight
and the whispering cool air brushes through
the strands of my hair,

picking out the strangeness,
weaving through to soothe the blistering scalp
my breath lit with an invisible flame
as I stood alone at the end of an empty space

the niche in my back still throbbed with pain
I couldn't possibly be the shelter from the rain
causing the pavement to drown, to the sneering
snatches of masked ogres making their way

yet I remained, in the fullness of the current
there should be no man, no woman afraid
to perch on a treacherous route
where moments blossom into something real

I laughed, thrilled with the notes coursing
as noticed what clutched in my fingers  
was the ability to touch things and to feel
where change beckons without fear

There looms something, a flickering candlelight
where my fingers are wound tight
and the whispering cool air brushes through
the strands of my hair,

picking out the strangeness,
weaving through to soothe the blistering scalp
my breath lit with an invisible flame
as I stood alone at the end of an empty space

the niche in my back still throbbed with pain
I couldn't possibly be the shelter from the rain
causing the pavement to drown, to the sneering
snatches of masked ogres making their way

yet I remained, in the fullness of the current
there should be no man, no woman afraid
to perch on a treacherous route
where moments blossom into something real

I laughed, thrilled with the notes coursing
as noticed what clutched in my fingers  
was the ability to touch things and to feel
where change beckons without fear

the howling tunnel
of reminiscing shafts
sunlight beaming,
swirling on the cracked
brittle bits of aged brick
weigh into the soft soil
and slimy with moss,
glistening with dew
as the butterflies stutter
at the edge of each petal,
remembering the echo
of another duo swoon
rippling music and
cascading laughter,
bouncing in the spaces
between the pebbles,
slipping in between
the ruffling book pages,
a quiet abode littered
with graphite and ink,
another place for
a howling mind
to breathe

a three-shot fellow and an odd-legged stance,
whisked into a buffering four-walled alleyway
where the sand dunes eat his
sore, sore feet
and the air too brittle
for his syllables to stand
    his sandpaper hair teetering
       on a brink of straying grey,
            here he stands.
unmoving, without love
             for his land.
the sky soar far, far up above
         the brisk blue sky
              or thundering reminiscence
              of an age gone too far
                    to hold,
growing old in a bare four-cornered alleyway
    where this old man
          once with fiery gaze in his eyes
                  and a spring in his feet
                        have built his home
                                 with walls too steep