Heavy rain shatters the earth.
Reflective shards fly upwards,
Spelling out the meaning of life.
Consciousness,
The chemical reaction,
The purple end of Winter
Whispering,
Molding the
Silent cascade.
Exchanging shoulders on
The park bench, wind
Wiping away the strands
Of history from her face.
Trees dripping with sweat,
Leaves rustling and buzzing
Around our earlobes
As the forbidden skyline
Sings in black and white.
Orange light finding me
Again within the kaleidoscope,
Scattering a distant caress.
The world bending and
And breaking to compliment
The shape of my aching eyes.
In this prism I’m witness to
Every crime, I savor every
Love etched into the sharp
Edges of every lost soul.
I smell the ashes of
A fallen empire;
I hear the wax sigh of the last man
Sitting across from an empty seat
When the bar lights come on
outside of time, inside some space
