Concepts – Page 26

drops of quicksilver
balanced precariously
on a blade of grass
–
stained glass-
the palette
heavy rain

the face of the moon
in the company of stars
greets me as I wake
–
dream weaving-
pale ghosts of trees
in the moonlight

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

ghosts walk the streets of
an abandoned mining town
out of the shadows
–
desert shade-
sand dancing
across the road

anger in the air
reflections in the window
barely ghosts of us
–
cat tails-
the calm surface
minnows just below