5am,
snuffed between the fingers of the day
slumming stars and a night not fully broken,
the waking world, its petals still to open
is filled with silent promises unspoken

They cut out the face of girl that was me,
and filled up the space where I used to be

If you take my words
you are stealing sand
which belongs to everyone,
there is plenty on the beach,
we share a bucket of language
play, make a tower of your own devising,
the castles I build are mine, and mine alone

Close the curtain
stem the night
feel uncertain
light the light

Winter
is a monochrome beast,
with freezing paws, an icy purr
and bits of autumn stuck in his fur

A 3am wind
disturbs the fallen leaves
which once lay dull and flat upon the pavement of your day,
those might have beens and maybe yets
which dance and fly with skipped regrets,
they only blow on you it seems
to taunt your mind and seed your dreams

Life is the threshold
existence is a windy doorway