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Morning song

Tickled moments
Shining
Onto the new dawn
Dear tiny sparrow
Sing for me
Lullabies
Of bright blue
Beginnings

Daisy

Yours

As I lay with my thoughts
I think of love that cannot be
Numbers go by
Until our lives
Become nothing
The moon is ours
But colors differ
Our oceans part
And our drowning vessels
Cry
For a world that
Reads our stories
Reality is vacant
While dreams
Fill the empty
Void
That is found in
The dark
My heart is stoned
With the sound
Of distant laughter
And all that could be
Is renewed
But my dreams are
Devoured
By the beautiful muse
And the jagged reality
Bleeds me black
My sorrow waits
In the cold future
But for today
I will be nothing
I will be yours

I wrote this in 2007…maybe early 2008.

In death we lived

As the heavens fell
Darkness crushed
The hearts of little children
And life was mowed
To tiny little bits
Scattered and lonely
All the ashes
Cried
For what once was
And the many voices
In our heads
Welcomed us to
A cold vacant home
We floated in
A haze
Of immortal dreams
And from our
Graves
We cried
But tears ran dry
In the depths of
Our hell
And we were but
Forgotten
Having never been
Alive
We screamed
With our weak
Strangled heart
We chocked on our
Bleeding emotions
And flames remained
Scattered
Within fleshly layers
Never to be found again
But the falling heavens
Deceived
And vanquished
Our sins
And from our ashes
We rose
And in death
We lived

I wrote this sometime in 2007, maybe 2008.

Fading peony