Over the edges of reality
Heaven was crying
For the twilight in silence...

Solitude ....

Like a damaged nerve,
Like a dark bird...
The spice of life
How i remember You, through all of Myself
How Your absence, troubles me
How i hide in all this Hurt
Down in the shadows
Space and spawn
It smells of insomnia and rusted key locks
Our time .. unappalling inflation of words
Gaps of silence
Splinter into darkness
Our blistered sky
The faltering shadow of unawareness
Thorny on the soul...

Black ink throbs from the pen...
The past breathes through this emptiness
Pandering to the illusion of movement and change
This space around us is beginning to grow
We have faith that in this love
This book of myths
The mermaid girl from the carnival ...
Her feverish dance of dust.

Gypsy