Cats and trees and light green bottles
If i walked out of the front door, amongst the trees
and along the street,
making sounds like
children
distressed in the night;
leaves falling,
joining the previously fallen
to make burial mounds
shaped only by the
wind.
If i continued forward past this
debris
and into the park
where this was amplified
by ten
and the children then screamed
their nighttime nightmares,
illustrated in golden brown
falling all around,
becoming damp and
cold and
old.
If i lay down amongst
these rapidly decaying lives
and wept,
what would this do
to
your
eyes?
How would they appear
as the sun rose
and blinded them,
almost?
If i kissed you in the dark,
beneath the sheets,
would the breeze
disturb
us?
and just who
are the people outside the window
tonight,
who insist upon
shouting their pain
at God?
I have lost many
verses to this machine tonight,
but
will always begin
again, because what i
have to say
to you can never
be destroyed
by
anything nor anyone,
ever.
Where exactly are you
right now
baby?
and how does the world
appear to
you?
What thoughts do you hold
and how does the light
fall on your
face?
I have
watched a bird
with only one wing
today,
and do you know what?
he was still able
to
move
forward;
just.
Cats and trees and light green
bottles,
all conspire to get us slammed
against walls and
afraid,
but
tonight i am not afraid
as i think of you
in your gown
upon the
living room floor
looking upward toward
me
with your
eyes
open;
lightly
scented.
September 25, 2011 at 1:56 pm
Beautiful. Keep writing x
September 25, 2011 at 6:11 pm
I’m with Stargirl
Beautiful. Keep writing Drummerboy.
September 26, 2011 at 7:37 am
Excellent xx