Tornados
dark foreboding clouds
low in the afternoon sky
harbingers of doom
–
soft rain-
broken trees
and power lines
dark foreboding clouds
low in the afternoon sky
harbingers of doom
–
soft rain-
broken trees
and power lines
that look in your eyes-
it’s an hour before dawn and
we need to leave now
–
exhausted-
more beautiful
than ever
feeling quite tired-
always the one left behind
cleaning up your mess
–
monday morning –
waiting for
the phone call
pale whispers of men
pass by along the river
rowing in silence
–
walking stick in hand-
my footprints
fading
watching you suffer
affords me none of the joy
I was expecting
–
blood moon-
packing my bags
while you sleep
waking every day
under a threadbare blanket
to an empty bed
–
bleary eyed-
the crows outside
contemplate murder
ringing in the night –
hearing the sound of your voice
I fall to my knees
–
silent crickets-
two marines stand
in my doorway
sharing in your pain-
my heart and soul wrapped around
your weary shoulders
–
staring at the floor-
the world rolls past
my window
whispering my name-
the last word upon your lips
before you leave me
–
peeling paint-
the swinging gate
at my back
warm and supple light-
long trails of candle wax drip
and pool on the floor
–
candlelight-
shadows buffeted
by the wind