Patience

Forlorn the dusky hew,

atop the rusty hillsides patience waits still,

painting with broad strokes upon the

gold horizon

shimmer on the placid water

sultry stars,

travel across the sands

where flowers bloom in the early Spring,

we huddle together like loaves and fishes

awaiting the flood sure to come

to devour us once again.

Blur

These fingers play
a blur
within the lines they dream
tracing great fire
lines unseen
as figures dance against
the dawn
silhouettes stained on the carpet
with the music as a geyser
the teeth sharpened
it's all
time
reverberating off the past
it's all
I need now
flow
like simple minds
jagged on the canyon
flow on
soft words
intentions
like canvas blank
covered in the blood
one fraction at a time
one step after the other
till the sand runs out.

Back of the Mind

Light settles in

the back of the mind

nestling in the warm leaves

browned like an old orange peel

at the edges we all sit by the 

summer pool sun dancing on 

the ripples on the water like

stolen diamonds we all sit smiling

again in a dream and it's night now

and it's all grown cold as the 

shadows play and the moonlight

fades into the stark terror

as the bodies lay where

we were smiling

it's winter now and the harvest

came and went

left us behind in the wispy mists

in the back of the mind.