Why the night can speak silence so well is secret
those whispers will not speak to eager ears waiting
instead they rest like kittens in warm places
where dreams of sunlight dew their fur.
Know that place only in loss
where the act of being
found is too hard
of a sound
for our
ears.
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6 PM
The day has settled
to find rest where it is wont to be,
speak softly, those closing remarks,
and resign to quiet darkness
with the dream of sunlight to carry it to morning.
The restless feign a closed eye
the other, a slivered lookout
waiting for the light to die
just enough to escape beneath the cool evening.
Some adventures can only be had
in the space between.
Nightmares
These days,
if you’d seen him…
If you could freeze a man in time
you’d call him a cowboy.
that’s what he looked like
a ghost in a graveyard of mythos
seeking asylum in the present.
But…
John Wayne he wasn’t.
Even the most brilliant of the ephemeral
will disintegrate
when the somnolent wake from
slothful slumber
to find the dream to prosper
dead and mangled
hanging from wires
dripping with joyful progress…
each drop that falls
grows wings
swarming the sky
blotting out the sun
the earth
it’s comeuppance.
Indubitably, this was his curse
a wide brim hat
the shade of dying dreams
the ages echoed in his footsteps.
Sleep Now the Orphans
Like laundry hung out on a line
dried out, rained upon and dried again
abandoned long ago
an empty house to look upon
only a strong gust away.
Weak tears tiptoe through the thick dark
a secret well-kept in the day
is given freely in the night
where dreams lie like graves
with grotesque things beneath loose dirt
only a strong gust away.
In this place love is built of bitter things
bonds that will live here until they die here
too fragile to exist beyond these walls
the world we’ve made revels in the broken
only a strong gust away.
If you’ve nothing left to cry for
you can look out at the stars
clawing through the darkness
with admiration
only a strong gust away.
Winter in Alaska
The light is gone,
Words fall on swords;
All pawns are cleared,
Those we feared wake,
Revered now for our own sake.
Who among us
Would suspect,
Discuss; decide-
We died that day
Inside the womb where dreams play.
That endless night,
Makes low-light loud,
And sight fleeting,
Retreating, black,
Seeking there the light we lack.
Grow Gray With Me 