Secret Ingredients
Faith
an icy black rain
the autumn harvest freezes
while still in the field
–
a desert night
cold hard water
feeds the fire
Present
living day to day
ignoring where I’ve been and
what the future holds
–
frost on the grass
awake in the dark
breathless and immobile
Darkness
with help, exploring
the haunted attic spaces
deep within my mind
–
dancing alone
the ghosts
of past lovers
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