Her eyes a flicker flurry
In my drifting dreams
Leaving cotton mouthed gentlemen
Ablush as she beams

A mystery of the ages
So very hard to find
She shows what she's been wishing for
With a subtle sort of mind

Hide not when she approaches
You get just that one cue
To show her you're the honey bee
And shes the morning dew

Oh When I see you there
Dressed in I used to care
I see that in your eyes
That I'm so far away

I can afford a smile
Because It's been awhile
Since i've been in your eyes
But now I'm so far away

My ghost wanted to see
What had happened to me
But you just blinked
and then you looked away

So I am stranded here
Between relief and fear
With in the simple cage of
supposed better days
-
Sometimes I miss the toll
The bells of singing souls
That echoed in our time
But now I'm so far away

And everyday it seemed
We were out chasing dreams
Within each others eyes
But now I'm so far away

My ghost wanted to see
What had happened to me
But you just blinked
and then you looked away

So I am stranded here
Between relief and fear
With in the simple cage of
supposed better days
-
I know that you moved on
Well before I was gone
The tears had left your eyes
Waiting for those better days

tonight
the demons come
so he drinks to blend his body
with that of the chittering dread
to hide his heart behind the fires of hell
a small respite from lurking spectres
who call from the lonely void
that emptiness one must embrace
to survive the deeds of dealing death
and still remain
a man

tonight
the demons come
so he smokes to gird the spirit
like brigandine for the soul
for when the demons drift
his fallen eyes
in the corners they go clawing
they whisper hollow threats
from spectral pyres
aflame with caustic memories
the residue of violence
etched into the warrior stone
the crumbling marker
that guards his living grave
the only proof
he ever
lived

and still
the demons come

Soup from the great big garden
and we canned it all just so
helped to wear the weather through
when the land was dressed in snow

and checker lesson Saturdays
with two lefties at the board
you helped to teach me fairness
when I lost, and when I scored

you kindled my love of books
and encouraged me to grow
i learned the best ways to say yes
and subtle ways to say HELL no

while writing this I realized
you're one of the few whom I can say
if my young life was a fresh spun bowl
your hands would be covered in clay

i remember most the times we'd play
and in the game of life, "I'm all in"
since you happen to be [MY] grandma
looks like this time I win

but seriously,

there is so much more to speak of
but I have a life to live
and I promise when I am done with it
I'll have taught how a grandma gives.

How cruel time can seem
That I should like something less
The more I love it