the glowing of the
hot embers from
what was left of the
bonfire reminded
me that maybe
some good can come
out of this darkness.

Is there a cloud under that tree?
Is there a cloud under that tree?
a small moth ***** its wings
it's in the cupboard
it's in the cupboard
a feeling sends a nerve to hover
and be strung out
a nerve sends a feeling to cover
and be shut out
Six legs clutched to dusty rosewood
eyes spread and eyes should
breathe kindly in life
Six legs clutched to dusty rosewood
eyes spread and eyes should
breathe kindly in life
Light
Glowing light
Pushes through a line
It pushes through the line
It's bright and it's close to mine
light
glowing light
closer but through my fingers
tighter but shadows linger through
this light
glowing light
a moth ***** its wings

the heart is a fickle creature.
attached to things that bring destruction.
i wonder if the heart is aware.
told to beware of what’s to come.
to hide away from the glow of the sun.
i doubt that it was, because otherwise
the petals wouldn’t be falling.
and my hands wouldn’t shake like they do.
i also have a fear, that it might be too late.
to save what once was.
to leave free,
instead of empty.
how powerful must one be to
destroy. or perhaps just afraid.

sometimes it feels like i’m the
last
second
of a sunset that didn’t make the movie
a small
forgettable
part
of a spectacular whole
a
split-second
no one will miss...
right?
i could be all the colours you need
every shade of blue
you could think of
and never
enough
still so bright
too late

Your warm look and glowing collision
Suddenly turned into dark sky full of destruction
I remember how your eyes embodied sunset
But now they seem like those that I have never met

My lips are glowing,
color, reflecting dew that
illuminates rooms.