Forsaken

still she counts the ships-
her thick wool sweater stained red
with the setting sun

date night-
she sits at a table
set for one

Darkness

heavy evening air-
silhouettes of hunting bats
in the fading light

drawn curtains-
low clouds
full of malice

Evening

slowly fading coals-
the clink of empty bottles
being put to bed

indigo sky-
crickets singing
around the campfire

Consequences

living on the edge –
tasting the forbidden fruit
and consequences

future regrets-
I send a drink
down the bar

Fear

monsters in my head
clamor at the gates of hell
screaming to be let out

the hiss of rain-
slow scratching
under my bed

Glimmer

the edge of the moon
nicks the night sky and reveals
the bare hint of light

cloaked in darkness-
betrayed by
a cigarette

Temptation

clear azure waters
tropical sun overhead
melting my resolve

bronzed skin-
one more glass
of dutch courage

Shade

late sun at our backs
walking the path before us-
intertwined shadows

passing time-
in the corners
collecting shadows

Eyes

the burning red orb
casts its gaze about the land
hard and unblinking

ragweed-
my eyes swollen
and gritty

Descent

as the sun goes down-
I turn the final pages
of this well worn book

a ashen moon-
mist descends
upon the moors