Remnants
the day’s work is done
a blanket of fog settles
over bleaching bones
–
curling water-
the soft rattle
of empty shells
the day’s work is done
a blanket of fog settles
over bleaching bones
–
curling water-
the soft rattle
of empty shells
ebony leaves strewn
across an indigo sky
fading out to black
–
moonless-
the warm glow
of a distant fire
searching for a trace
of the light behind your eyes
but making my peace
–
afterimage-
the candle
doused
I’ve struggled so long
stumbling through the darkness
blinded by the truth
–
awakening-
the light of
a false dawn
thoughts of the fallen-
those who purchased our freedoms
with their flesh and blood
–
old glory-
a red haze blinding
the dogs of war
weaver of moonlight
roses follow her footsteps
wherever she roams
–
asleep-
walking with
an absent moon
wandering the earth
easing pain and suffering
collecting last breaths
–
a copse of trees-
bones
amid the litter
my anger rising
holding back my tongue
while I try to breathe
–
irritation –
ring tails slip
into the shadows
time draws to a close-
I hold his hand, helping him
walk across this bridge
–
a pale horse-
the onus
of these souls
a prairie sunrise-
rails rolling past my window
into the distance
–
crickets-
the silence of
a passing train