The dying days of winter air
Linger, holding onto its last breath
As the faces cautiously awaken
Anticipating the arrival of spring.
The moon, unconcerned of the changes
Illuminates the night like always
A bright bulb in a dark canvass
With swathes of brush strokes
Hiding pieces of its body
Veiling its perfection imperfectly…
Screening out imperfection
Perfectly.
Spectre of my dreams
Lingers in your winter breath
Possessing my being.
(Photo credit: Andrew Vaughan/CP)
How do you hold
The summer sky
In your eyes?
Its infinite blue
Divided in two
Captured
In the marble
That holds my heart
February winter
So temperamental
Lets the sun out
But invites the wind
Along with the chill
That seeps in
To my blood,
My heart
But darling
If you hold my hand
Like you would
A string
Tied to a balloon
And not let go
It will thaw inside
what’s frozen
So the passion
Can freely flow.
I look above;
Tiny metallic wings
Spread wide
Against the infinite blue
Soundless, soaring
Higher than than the tired
Flapping wings.
I wonder
Where you’ll rest your feet.
I wonder
If we’ll ever meet.
Will you be the one
To welcome me
To the groundless existence
In the safety of your chambers
Turning giants to ants
Demarcating the vastless ocean
Letting me look down on skyscrapers
Letting me look in the eye of the clouds.
I wonder.
I wonder if you’ll be the one
To displace me
From this morbid land
Where loud metallic wings
Hurry their way
To keep us still.
It’s fucked up
How you want to
Taint innocence
With drops of your desire
No regard for tomorrow
Just to appease
Your moment’s hunger.
Fragility you seek–
In their vulnerability
You find opportunity.
By your act
You leave them burning
In the embers
Of their confusion,
Flames of your corruption.
Ashes left behind
To be picked up
By grieving adults
Dreams, hope and joy
Smashed to pieces
Debri of broken hearts
All over —
Just to please
Your wicked heart.
You love like candles;
Burning every bit of you
Just to give me light.
Your touch as subtle as the morning dew,
That drops in the resting pond, creates ripples
Against the stillness of my existence;
Like a lost solitary leaf, floating,
I am swept up by your current.
How you’ve scaled down the mountains
So fresh and pure in your infancy
You’ve seen the world in its innocence
And taken part in its brutality
You’ve held lives and sustained it
And you will continue to do so
Long after I’ve ceased witnessing.
I’ve been following on your footsteps
Left behind in the slumbering snow
Until the fresh snowfall covered it all;
A new canvass, to leave my own.
Jacksombre 