You are the opalite
In my shaking hands
Each angle shows
A New fluorescent gem
And as I sit and weep
You reveal what hurts
I thought that loneliness
Made me happier...

I wonder
a lot.

and this
one wonder
keeps popping up.

it's about this
boy I just knew
with furrowed brow
and pained dark eyes -
he wore my insides
on the outside.

until he left
the shrouded cult
and aligned to the opalite.

the thing I
keep wondering is -
what would he
say now?

and I keep
settling on:

***** it,
I'm a dreamer.

blue cranes
copper-drizzled lizards
skies of cherry-red
opalite and tangerine

and great forests
that drip honey-jewels

lavender birds
that float on a
sage-dream breeze

summerdaze
wraps us up
in sheets of air  
and pillows of dreams
warm and soft and still...

Your once opalite mind,
Like charcoal
Like abrasive sod
Vitriolic tendencies
But alas,
You’ve sent them down sea
Burning the barque,
Where the body of your old ways lay
As you watch the ashes of the past
Incinerate and orchestrate into soot
A gaseous state of night terrors,
A smoky, mocking, voluminous cloud
That’s laughing at your errors,
Wrongdoings you’ve bared
The incandescence of your deeds
Bleeds for both of us
The deceit now loud,
A banging drum,
A thump against your head unbowed
You don’t cower, now
Standing ground, brows frowned,
Tenacity potent, firm stance, hands focused
Searing stare of green eyes,
Your stentorian war cry
A changing fate dancing nearby
Hyper-focused on the prize
With your battle axe in hand
Eqquiped for the skirmish
Ready for the ride
And me
Fighting at your side