Refuge
silently stoic
the weathered lighthouse still stands
off in the distance
–
the setting sun
barely visible
through the fog
silently stoic
the weathered lighthouse still stands
off in the distance
–
the setting sun
barely visible
through the fog
since you got sent home
I’ve been sitting by your side
praying you’ll return
–
waiting-
trying not
to lose hope
burnt umber thickets
briars silhouetted by
a russet sunset
–
brambles
illuminated by
the dying day
a feather’s tip nicks
the torn paper’s ragged edge
bleeding bright black ink
–
an obligation
the contract
signed in blood
a flash of lighting
tears the fabric of the night
letting in the rain
–
wet brilliance
slicing through
shadows
a silken rose bud
opens with just a whisper
but only for me
–
red velvet and lemon
delicate blossoms
gently unfurl
the noise in my head
a constant cacophony
that gives me no peace
–
whirlwind-
tranquility overcome
by turbulent thoughts
Pele watches as
Pregnant clouds spill down over
The caldera’s rim
Lightning bugs at dusk
Their glow, a beacon for those
Seeking simpler times
An old cigarette
And me, both discarded trash
That once touched your lips