Eyes swollen by a lust for change.
A hunger; a desire
To force myself back through the gapless barrier
Preclusively demarcating reminiscence from reality.
Why can’t my anamnesis be my actuality?
Even if it is verisimilitudinous,
Lie to Me!

and the days passed by
and the light above the fireplace burned
and did not burn
and the candle flies into the sky
where are my eyes

and the days passed by
and the twilight seized me
o uncertain vague
o let me go
at the will of the bird

15.07.18

death is a tiny girl in pink —
with yellow hair
                          and stick legs -

coming out at twilight , she
knocks
on your door with her claws in a fist
                                and
smiles wide at you
from the
dark.
          .
            .

a wolf in sheeps hide ,
but
she is only
a
sheep
          (not even)

and
she wants to hold your hand .
.

I peek out my window and see her,
Lady Twilight in her shimmering black gown,
walking up my cobblestone path.
She walks slowly, at ease, looking from side to side
and moving in her flowing stride, up to my doorstep.

I creak open the door and her eyes rise to meet mine
and she grins, a soft smile etching her smooth face.
Her head tilts ever so slightly to the side, her raven hair
hanging from behind.

The warm rays of the day have given way to the enveloping gray,
a hanging light clings to her outline, lit by a hidden source.
Hues of deep blue and violet shades mingle through the air,
suppressed to black as the sun makes it steady retreat.

She takes a step to me and raises her arm slowly,
placing her softly on my shoulder.
I break contact with her eyes and look down,
trying not to see as Lady Twilight quietly fades away.

Catch me in the starlight
Whisked away by boundless night
Behold my dreamy eyes
Captive to the moon
Wind combing my hair
Kiss me if you dare
Freedom in this dreamscape
Under midnight blue
Catch me in the starlight
Forever loyal to the night

A bird in the twilight hues lands on the
angry twist of a barb on a cyclone fence.
It's flown high above and capable of
capturing sights far beyond me.
Watch it still support its life over death
with no weapon but legs.
It might catch the wind at any second
with wing beating hard for its escape.
A thought crosses my mind
that it must be common for those
with the means to come
scratching their wrists to relinquish
their privilege and tongue
with the spear face to face.

Carried in his heart,
Those words spoken in the dark
Her eyes so full of wonder
Enchanted by the twilight
Daylight's come to end
Two hearts together learn to mend