LucidThe full moon was yellow that nightThe colour of the church bricksWhose silhouette it outlined.I watched as the moonlight bled to redAbove the countrysideWith it the portent of ill omensI recall these superstitionsAs phantom black cats trail my footstepsAs the daylight crept inI wonder if I only dreamt of sleepHeat haze rising from the roadwaysHolding only the promiseOf a work-days monotonyOn a supposed day of rest.Give me the night back
Prowling...A pastel rebellionTo your monochrome black;I walked into SummerEventually and near begrudgingly toldI looked ‘lovely’Your tone changing in the lightOf other appreciative glancesYou growl that ‘the wolves are prowling’--with your waxing and waning affectionsAnd of late feeble attentions--I smile silently,Knowing somewhere in the back of my mindThose very wolvesMight well be closer than you think.
Time AwayDepression haunts the hallways of my heartWhere wolf-paws ought stalk my pulseAnd quicken my laughterOnly ten-thousand-eight-hundred secondsOne-hundred-and-eighty minutesThree whole hours of agonySpent away from your smile
Breaking slowly...Answers elusive and advice clashingA torture self-inflictedViewing our intimacy from the outside.The difference of ‘loving’ and being ‘in love’And the unwillingness to break another’s heartWith that change in affection.Seeing it in eyes looking anywhere but hereIn dreams where curled closenessBecame faced-away distance in the night Even though comprehension has yet to creep Into the waking world and present.
.DreamClose heavy eyelid, Time to lay and rest.Let the real world go,And let imaginationBloom and create,Let it expand while You peacefully slumber,Grow wild, and take over,Lead you away to dream On the wings of butterflies,Of bright feather light dreams,Soft and almost bubble like, That will pop - burst suddenly!At the interrupting loud claxonOf the alarm clock
.Count your BlessingsSimple things perhapsTo have in lifeYou have family You have friends You have faith You are not in painYou are lovedSimple things perhapsBut count your blessingsThere are those less lucky