Darkness – Page 53

staring at myself
I see that I have become
what I feared the most
–
predawn-
coming awake
in a stranger’s mind

years of wasted time
of opportunities lost
and then you were gone
–
ancient water-
black scales sink
beneath the surface

every single day
regrettable decisions
I can’t seem to stop
–
waiting in vain-
a puddle
of streetlight

late autumn evenings-
tarnished copper trees framing
skies of polished bronze
–
crisp air-
hunting in
the night sky

the window broken-
in the unlit house glass shards
crunching underfoot
–
descending silence-
a wizened elm
uprooted

subtle subversions
deflection, misdirection-
tools of the liar
–
a rocky stream-
mockingbirds
in the wood

glowing in the dark
the distant lights, reflections
off Jamaica bay
–
twilight-
each firefly
tells a story

worn and creaky stairs-
cobwebs draped in the corners
of her addled mind
–
rising fog-
a futile search
for clarity

flags snap in the wind-
lines of waves begin to break
over silver sands
–
snoring-
warm breath
on my neck

how can one be blind
to the light that shines within
your beautiful soul
–
orion-
etching of
the evening sky