I don’t fit you anymore
truth be told
you don’t fit me either
we are weird jigsaw pieces
at the edge of the puzzle
the ones you can’t quite work  out
where to put
for ages
then suddenly
out of the blue
you see it
that’s where they go
the puzzle complete!!

I dance every night
in vain

Tonight, she taught me the nature of healing summer rains
Whimsical descriptions of dancing in puddles, but
Metaphors only serve to drown her pain
Dry on the surface, swearing inside the drought sustains
But dew droplets in her eyes betray her restraint
The morning after, the storm remains

Little flower, bent at the stem
Oversaturated by the self-absorbed
Her waterlogged roots weighing her down, but
In fields of bloom they still look to you
See, the weak reach for the easily used green and blue tulip hues
But her yellow petals require strength to be pulled from the meadow

What is this malaise,
          that awakens with each yawning day.
Quite the tortured mystery,
          to have a mind that seems intent on being rid of me.
Staring at shapes of shadows,
          creating fables with a brain that’s addled
With a nameless affliction.
Kingdoms have lived and died,
          with only I baring witness to their fall and rise.
Scattered noon sunlight sneaks,
        between dusty blinds and sets aflame the world on my walls.
It is here that I feel,
          screams of terror and the joys of triumph.
The delicacy of a daydream.
A place for me.

In  the beginning
It  was there
Up front
Never seeing it
  on the return
Imagined
Maybe dreamt
It was there
A understatement
Only to revolve  
  with time
Into a mind
with age
   to feel  appreciated
In a new found place
   as death approaches
The end
When the body never  moves
Just the soul