DreamQuest

The moon stares me down

As I walk tonight

She is here now

And later when I am asleep

She will be there too

Whispering words I cannot hear

Even as I long to hold her near

Feels like death kept in stasis

Grief lingering long past its time

Hope grips it tight

And I long for that hope

Despite the dark of the sky

The moon still stares me down

There is a future

A past to be sure

But there is a future

No one doubts it

More than me

But still

There is a future

There is no one you can be

That isn’t you and I see futures there

I cannot hide that behind my eyes

If only I could see

What do my words see

Do they pierce your gaze

Or fall to the floor still

Do they mean to hope

Or are they long since dead

Were it for a thought or a dream

A frequent fluttering to the floor

Is the hope more than its value

Does it light the way or blind us

Holly come quick

There’s a flight of death in the air

And she means to end us

Her smile is cracking

And her teeth are out

Her soul splintered

Jagged and wrong

Holly my dear

Say the words written

To banish her

She’ll never see it coming

And will surely fall to shards

In spite of it all

Sometimes you gotta wonder on a poet

What words are said here

And what words are left dormant

Lost in the void of time

For nothing but a bit of bread

And a dream which never follows

—

It makes one pose in ponderance

Of what we mean it to be

This dance we do from shadow to shadow

What matters more than what we toss away

—

Sometimes you gotta wonder in the moment

And laugh at what never was

And cry for what never will be

And despair at the thought of it all

And rage such a rage that their gods tremble

And watch in glee as it all falls down

And shatters on the floor

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I slept in today

And I when I awoke

I drew a sketch

I wrote a story

I sang a song

I played make believe

That it was all going to be okay

Then I wrote this

And I haven’t quite decided

How it ends

summer sunset true

i am free here

some sudden words

i am me here

sweet sorrow mine

i am here here

what words, what deeds

i am sure to find here

true means true

i am lying here

a bed awake alone

i am sighing here

in thought of

a summer sunset true

to be found here

Reasons remain

Vivid woven lights

So I saw what was

In response I felt

Forever a fault

Now I wish to know

Why the flame

What purpose has it

Why this flame

How shall it be

From where to when

But only this I know

I am broken tonight

Words do not mend me

As they once did

A heart’s a fire

Until it’s out

Our fridge is gone

Long ago he arrived

By what way I know not

But she remains only a shell

Cooking the food entrusted to them

Smells delicious, not spoiled at all

This may be a hot take

But fridges are supposed to be cold right

All my best poems

Are written in blood red honesty

To readers who will never read them

Not mindful at all of how these words will seem to others

Never straight from my heart to theirs, indirectly as always

These words linger here until I lay them to rest below new works

Forgotten lines said to the wrong eyes said to the wrong hearts said wrong

Because wrong words feel right somehow because I can write them now because they write me somehow

I am what words follow

I wished only

To be found

Again and again

In her eyes

To see her

Seeing me

And smiling

In an echo

To mine

Which wish only

To echo her

And smile