Dark floats out into the silence
Crashing on the banks of Prometheus's wings
Opening a velvet-silk curtain.
To a fabric of shadowed stars
Cloudy fingers sew it clean
While invisible hands stitch pearls back in.
A ghost flits on the hallway stair
Reaching for the last shafts of sun
Tumbling off a silent dream
Blind as black with a lullaby hum
Filling the gaps in an empty line
Somewhere between dusk and dawn.

I woke up this morning feeling quite cold,
it's time to accept that I'm getting old

The hair on my head has turned white and grey,
I look in the mirror.....there's less there each day

No more the spring in my step I had as a youth
muscles now stiff, no longer loose

I look at the stairs, now a mountain to climb,
at least I'm retired, can now take my time

A walk with my dog in the air clean and fresh,
but 200 yards later and I'm gasping for breath

Age comes to us all with the passing of time
but I can look back and enjoy the life that was mine

/friend ship/

1. The emotions or conduct of friends;
the state of being friends.

2. A relationship between friends.

Though you be many miles away we'll never be apart
I just reach out across time and space and feel the beating of your heart

Goodnight cruel world
Goodnight, goodnight
Sometimes I'd like it if we didn't fight
Maybe you could agree and we'd both be right
But since you insist on this endless plight
Goodnight cruel world
Goodnight, goodnight

She reads
                                          And she sleeps
                                                      Way too much
                                                            ­           It's her coping defence
                                                                ­               When nothing else will suffice
                                                         ­               She needs to get away
                                                       Without actually leaving
                                             Because she's too scared
                                   And too tired
                                            To leave her bed
                                                      So she cracks open a book
                                                            ­     To escape somewhere far away
                                                            ­             And she'll sob for the characters
                                                      ­                       Whose brokenness resembles hers
                                                            ­                                   And then she'll sleep
                                                           ­                                   And have sweet dreams
                                                          ­              Of realities that are not her own
                                                       Because pretending is so much easier
                                                 Than facing reality
                             So she'll sleep and dream
          And secretly wish she won't wake up
So she can finally escape

I'm so scared of the day when the future that I'm so terrified of
Is no longer the future

You are this untouchable tower
of which I twirl my fine, unsaid words around you.
Coiled around your every curve
Fitting in all your lines,
(whispers so faint you don't know I am speaking)
Intertwined into clouds of invisible words

For you, I fell so hard
Uncountable crossing lines
In all the silver instances
Pretending you were mine.