Frosted, shut glass eyes needed to share this moment
this refusal, this distortion
laid to rest now on patterned flowers
set the ticking of the clock skipping beats and breaking..
straight faced grins into expressions of questions
past and present but always tense.....I knew you.....
before all this stopped and started
again this setting sun, sail away
the starlight flight of a dying day
left alone to wander
torn apart and ripped asunder
the face down cards unfold
A way of life as voices
they murmur and dance for the visions of those who lay sleeping
those without heaven
