‘fraid to fly

She brings laughter
to my days.
Captured in a cube;
together making fun.

Of each other, and others.

Within a half-sentence I know,
where she will go.
And I laugh already
as she does.

It’s fun at work; because.

I wonder if I wasn’t;
what she would say.


where scented candles
waff upon dreams
when memories
wish for today

without partnered
whims of a day’s
wonder lost among the
wishes of tomorrow

worrying amongst the
wicked world playing
wrought with ‘mares
warring in dreams

while whispers sound
with a greater voice
welling within a tear
wreaking havoc


callused thoughts, in
soulful contempt, where
withered trust, lies
about yesterdays

with dark tomorrows, in
tepid dreams at night, fore
boding a glance upon, her
naked eyes.

splintering puzzles, in
mourning’s last, upon
a heart’s crave, that
night never ends.

and memories bare, in
pictures on walls, of
a soul’s new place, born
of forever’s sunrise.


formulated chaos
in wretched visions
crafted, upon thoughts
of tomorrow’s
blurred season; seen
through clouded eyes
where tears sieve
yesterday’s memories;
aching an absence
of sorrow.