Penance

mired in the past
endlessly forced to repeat
the sins of my youth

born of fire-
ashes rise
into the night

Candle

stone walls and dirt floors-
candle flames cling to their wicks
throwing dark shadows

straw bedding-
a tallow candle’s
uneasy light

Sniper

a callous wind blows
through the cracks in these old bones
and broken windows

rusty mountains-
poppy fields in
a sniper’s scope

Rise

autumn morning light
wanders in through the curtains-
your slow even breath

darkness-
waking to
a sudden rain

Frost

icy autumn breath
a sliver of the full moon
gazes down on me

morning run-
frozen leaves
crunch underfoot

Dawn

waiting for the sun
thready morning clouds make way
for her arrival

open windows-
awake before
the alarm

Silver

waning pewter clouds
part to reveal the dark moon
hidden in plain sight

silver threads-
weaving by
moonlight

Plummet

disoriented
twisted, I fall through my dreams
and land in my bed

ephemeral-
fire across
the evening sky

Transformation

staring at myself
I see that I have become
what I feared the most

predawn-
coming awake
in a stranger’s mind

Lost

years of wasted time
of opportunities lost
and then you were gone

ancient water-
black scales sink
beneath the surface