Tiny Stars

Brave but barely there

Young light filters gold through trees

Now that you have gone

It snows and she can't help but wrap herself around the hallucination

And the world seems so small again

Through smokey tears that reach the beautiful black sky

Hovering

A Single Cloud Covered Bird Alone and Out Of Focus

So here we are

We sit like plaster saints

On a black bed frame in a quiet old house

We used to have a future

5" wide and 1" deep

In such a quiet old house

With the sky painted in that half finished way

A quiet canticle of dawn

That neither of us will see

Lambent

Others

It matters where you are

In comfort and illusion

A tendency to slip away

Rain falls in a world where you still are ok

I tripped up six steps to stop the night from swallowing you whole

As petals graced three singing ships and blessed the cargo they stole

A pocket watch on a silver chain

A single bullet to kiss your name

In slavery she scrawled his visage

As cold clouds of perfume

Across the dead side of the moon

In cursive grip, unreadable script

You look like no one else

But still so much like her.

Where Within Us?

Oblivion,

Or not at all