Darkness – Page 17

this fool’s mask I wear
hides the truth so no one sees
my deformity
–
moonless-
a dim glow
in the attic

awake too early-
the shock of icy water
splashing on my face
–
dawning sun-
the soft glow of
bedroom curtains

well gone past midnight
swimming in the rain, lightning
off in the distance
–
scattered clothes-
midnight at the
swimming hole

a copse of willows-
long verdant tresses brunette
in the evening light
–
prolonged drought-
green pastures
turn to dust

a great streak of fire
across the afternoon sky-
shattered panes of glass
–
the small hours-
lawn chairs and
shooting stars

cold tears of mourning
mix with the rain as I turn
my face to the sky
–
false dawn-
I’m sill here
without you

reliving the past
what lengths I wouldn’t go to
for absolution
–
dogwood blossoms-
blue jays raid
a sparrow nest

nothing left at home
save the old chair and sofa
that I brought with me
–
vacant memories-
cobwebs cling
to empty shelves

one flame extinguished
while another adds it’s light
to the firmament
–
eyes downcast-
black armbands
wet with rain

the sky fades to black-
another episode down
with your hand in mine
–
crisp night air-
the pleiades
overhead