Dreaming
the face of the moon
in the company of stars
greets me as I wake
–
dream weaving-
pale ghosts of trees
in the moonlight
the face of the moon
in the company of stars
greets me as I wake
–
dream weaving-
pale ghosts of trees
in the moonlight
my bed calls to me
impossible to ignore
but yet I still try
–
waxing moon-
gliding down
on silent wings
candle lit windows
on the way to Rodanthe
fending off the night
–
the fire’s glow-
darkness
at my back
dark clouds veil the sun-
abandoned by my shadow
alone once again
–
brooding skies-
the scowl of
thunderclouds
changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends
–
a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice
alone with my thoughts
in the distance barren trees
fade into the mist
–
before sunrise-
my mug of tea
gently steaming
standing by the sink
staring at my soapy hands
my momentum gone
–
blinders on-
running headlong
towards a dead end
intently watching
as the castle in the sky
slowly drifts apart
–
drifting snow-
together leading
separate lives
I break a bit more
every time I remember
you’re not coming home
–
overcast skies-
again the postman
skips my house
a saddle blanket-
the only thing found between
my jeans and my horse
–
horseshoes-
the coal forge
cherry red