Broken
the marquee of dreams
in the theatre of my mind
ripe with false promise
–
summer rain-
the blind
desert sands
the marquee of dreams
in the theatre of my mind
ripe with false promise
–
summer rain-
the blind
desert sands
forced conversation-
a glance at his empty chair
then awkward silence
–
oddly quiet-
the azure sky
free of birds
angry thunderclouds
lurking on the horizon
heavy with cold rain
–
summer afternoon-
the scent of rain
fills the air
washing off the day
a trail of discarded clothes
strewn out behind her
–
disturbed reverie-
on my journey
an empty snake skin
reaching for you as
just beyond my memory
you slip from my grasp
–
withered leaves-
parched soil runs
between my fingers
the heat off your skin
bending the air and making
my resolve waver
–
desert sands-
shimmering water
in the distance
melting chips of ice
droplets chase my finger down
the small of your back
–
a distant tor-
morning dew bends
the desert grass
a guttering flame
struggling to hold the wick
before going out
–
roiling clouds-
searing winds blow
the grasslands ablaze
the hum of the road
whispering it’s lullaby
rocking me to sleep
–
empty conch shells-
a rush of warm surf
overcomes me
a banging screen door
the ghosts of conversations
echo in the wind
–
merciless sun –
the empty ring
of wind chimes