tied into braids,
a form of memory,
small tribute,
to what was,
to the wind,
and change.

tied into braids,
a form of memory,
small tribute,
to what was,
to the wind,
and change.

Forget her
with hope
of normal sleep,
a morning
not alone,
a fragment
of sanity,
a moment
of contact
with humanity.

Red traces through reflection
of eyes, sleep fragmented
into another day, red lights
dragging out errands
to collect scarlet fruit,
distracted by her cherry
lips, but dragging myself
through that haze, following
red tail-lights along streets
that hopefully lead back
to dreams of a red skirt,
and rest.

Lunacy, extravagant folly,
an impossible cadence
of leaking reality,
ignoring odds, convention,
rules and rhyme,
because sometimes
that is all it takes
to create.

Rumble of life echoing through sleepless night,
nature begging for continuation, linking
small to big, even amidst city lights,
creeping plants, creatures, making
corners there own, adding pieces
to an existence shared.

Take boy, add girl.
Next, slowly
mix in time,
tension, romance,
moments alone.
Simmer carefully,
with mistakes,
forgiveness,
and luck.
You may
have something.

Whisper of sound
between ticks
announces a nap
concluded, she
stalks the halls
then thunders
past, chasing
scraps, shadows,
sounds, sometimes
a battle cry,
others swift,
silent death,
before settling
on my chest,
demanding tribute
in pets.

Gather the elements;
words, ideas, emotion.
Add creative spark,
see what they become.

Pacing through another day,
wearing myself thin,
all my dreams,
filled with home,
And I in my bed again.

AnotherĀ year
drifts past
with friends,
costumes,
shared food
and laughs,
drifting off
to streets
flooded
with excitement,
children,
memmories
of candy,
and age
steadily
moving
forward.