Tag Archives: Sleep

Dreamer, Drifter

My mind drifts from red dust to daylight
on and off the switch flickers
thick and thin, matters not to all the sin
all the sound, sights and ceilings that I’ve laid my eyes upon
hold the light as I fall to to the floor
your message burnt into my skin
your eyelids heavy from the warmth within

we fight daily, but we live freely
we fought the world and fell
the darkness thrived on our dealings
lately, I’ve found your hair soothing to the touch
a blessed feeling
no more nails, black water and paper trails
malice trickles in from the window
sunrise to sunbathed, we’ve found the world wanting
I linger on, unscathed

the widow calls out to the world in my stead
I have left this place in my shadow
back turned and nose burnt
I walk onto woodland paths unknown to those that laugh
no houses, no cabins or keeps to break the deep
longing I have for the worlds I’ve left behind, in my sleep

long ago have I noticed your embers
your dearly departed eyes have left the world watching
waiting, and I am touched
not by the wanting, or wounding or winding trails
and all the while we stood still in time, as I failed
again and again, we broke bread and shields in the twilight
onward to the hallowed halls of undying

onward to shallow graves and empty nests
filled with those fathers of empty threats
empty hearts, and eyes to look upon corpses we despised
but we loved them, we knew them
we watched them grow and die and again
we fill the coffins with rain from our tangled eyes

see the symphonies that I weave with my woe
with my heart on my sleeve, my light had to go
our swords fell to pieces and our words turned to ash
to barren lands, broken mountains
the waters drew back as curtains made of clouds
I walked alone, with you in my shadow
and yet I found you far ahead, always growing
always so beautiful, always so bright and unafraid
always smiling, a faithful companion
to the end

long have I waited for this day
this hour and moment in the dull dew of May
I find myself now in the fields of dreaming
dark with sunspots and too much feeling
follow me once more, my love
into light we cannot know
into the hearts that helped us grow
to lands unknown and unaffected
by the world we know
a place neglected

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Asylum

we left the homestead in a hurry
the barn was on fire and the gods were at the gate
there was no place for us to go
no hats where we could place our hangers, our heads
all was lost in the blaze
all but our hearts and the rusty cages we kept them in
we fled the valley and ran into another
only to find a loveless gorge of empty eggshells
empty nests and broken bed wells

-footsteps-

we lingered in a moonlit yard
the air was calm, inviting
no shadows kept the place, no darkness plagued the stone
our youngest shrieked “Exciting!”
alarmed at her outburst, and at the sight of her soul
she ran into a half burned hovel
crackling and whispering of old misfortunes
we hurried after her, but she was lost
her mind was an anvil, in an ocean time forgot

-keys turn-

we wept and called to her
to the gods that we’d forgotten
we cried to our long lost loved ones

-all quiet in the hall-
-no time for tales of horror-

sleep now young child
be still
I’ll have more fear for you tomorrow

Empty Inkwell

What writhes in the deep, O sweet beloved
my metronome, and spoken truth
what thoughts cross our paths on a night like this
dementia, and speckled swords of fallen stars
a dark dream follows me, quick to the heart
a hallowed moon, and a haunting memory to pass the time
still words in the dead of night, a still word
four hours until the sun bites the earth i move upon
a dawn of new things
i walk down the street and notice the jars
empty pockets of wealth and remorse
a jar moves into view, then another
in one i find a world unknown, pain
in the other lies the remnants of my youth
red hair appears, running down the brow of the universe
it marks the blood of the ancestor, and the next
the old world and the grateful dead
funny hats and broken bottles
first the house crumbles, then tomorrow
i walk down avenues not meant for my legs
i linger over thoughts of madness
and maddening thought
i walk to the store to buy a few soldiers
death is a luxury, but only when bought