I sometimes catch the not so distant sound of footsteps lurking in past shadows walking behind us. Do you hear mine? Bleeding, tar like energy through the Open vines of our existence. Then the sun rises and our past shadows creep Into our future self’s Vivid darkness contrasting light I sometimes hear the footsteps of your shadowed past creeping alongside my demons and I wonder are they too tied by the echos of ancient maps.
Aside the listless waters of time
reflections fractured now stilled
in stagnant whispers of bleak void
an endless stream of magic borne
wars fought and promises sworn.
I see the contours of my soul on waters edge
Shimmering beneath the debris of existence
Illuminated by my darkest light
It reaches from out the depths of hell
to sooth the speckled witches spell.
But alas, I am neither elemental nor
nor am I sister to Lilith or a soldier of the dammed
I am the waters curve, the rippled playground
as dragonflies dance upon my skin
stealing precious nectar for their King.
I am the reflection the mirrored voice
the distant echo of ancient blood
essence skimming on luna tides
the silent eyes suffocating in vivid blues,
drowning in the scent of knowing truths
I am the fractured, stagnated waters
curdled by minds descent
I am the Illuminated body of tides
empowered for my ascent
I am the lucid astral plane
the love of which you dreamt
I am the reflection, rippled in pain
I am the reflection, owning my pain.
I have a deep yearning
and whistling leaves
for rolling hills
endless skies of blue
and the rising
giggle of the days
sun spilling across
lush green grass
and her one
a week station
that sits patiently
yearning for the
hustle and buzzle of life.
I suffocate in the silent notes
of a forgotten orchestra
as it drowns me in its melodious
song, the ancient whistle of
Pan and his nymphs dancing
to an unheard tune as I lose
Sight of skies of blue.
Dressed in topaz silk skimming
bare knees, purple ribbons
toes skipping on marble floors,
I hear the devil call as he lands
upon my shore…
All air is sucked from my lungs
Life drained from my veins
Tears milked from the shadows
of my heart as the walls tumble,
As the ceilings crumble,
As the chandelier shatters…
… fragmented diamonds,
sparkle in the darkest hours,
Light in life’s void, beauty in
I could drown in the
monochrome whispers of
fantasy, lost, suffocating
in my reality…
On silent whispers of Jack’s
nimble fingers she feels the frost
clawing at her innocence. Blind
eyes and deaf ears, the street
dancers set eyes on prey, and
move and swing, in ancient ways.
As Jack’s nails etch and sketch
permanent scars upon the souls
delicate skin, this veil, oh so thin.
Oh so thin, as darkness frosts
… And as the pale sun burned fiercely through wandering thoughts she tucked away the delicacies of her soul, ran her fingers through blush pink silken threads, muted green satin bows, gently stroked rich purple velvet and pressed delicate feathers to her lips. She closed Pandoras chest, not turning the key. Her secret? Beyond titanium lays the intricate threads of a candy floss soul. Rays of sun upon deep breaths tickling her tongue, she knew, with trust must come vulnerability… And as the pale sun burned fiercely through wandering thoughts she left the chest open,
knowing it was time…
Little grey squirrel with a tail so bushy,
I see you sitting upon the red brick wall,
Pausing for a moment, listening for mummy’s call.
I wonder do you smile, as you skip across the road,
I Ponder your existence, squirrel oh so bold.
I wonder do you know that I watch you from afar,
Wondering where you sleep when the skies become dark.
I saw you, just some days gone past
I don’t take your picture, learned you are too fast.
No, instead, I pause and watch your beauty
As you balance the fence, skip jump and run freely.
Little squirrel I Ponder your home among the concrete,
But although sporadic, we do have the trees.
Perception is an interesting sight,
From here to there is a human life
But between the cracks, from my princess’s window,
Is a glimpse to a world, so few even know.
Here the sun rises and rainbows do arch,
Trees can be seen by the eyes oh so far.
I see sunflowers and roses apples and pears,
A glorious land, that the squirrels do share.
There’s a repetitive stage,
a repeating of days
when vines interweave
through the speckled
edges of flirtations,
behind no closed doors
splay upon her shore
through the speckled
flecks of essence
life’s laborious lessons,
I watch the clock
tick tock, tick tock
as zones align a duo
of wakefulness sleeping
through the empty
of energy mapping
the designed reflection
of the peacocks