Reborn Upon the Night

Two hands break the surface

Ooze separating with uneven sound

Grey film clings until bits slip away

Hands grow to forearms

The moonlight cares little

Whistling wind picks up leaves

They dance an unsightly dance

Mirroring chaos as they scatter about

Hollow grunt spills upon the breeze

Forearms bear shoulders

Clouds stretch thin above

Howl pierces the darkness

Echoes seem disinterested in replying

Shoulders yield a head topped torso

Its form testing movement

Tasting escape upon the night

Decay reborn as embodiment

Our fears break free to run wild

It soft footsteps allow shadows to part

The gentle tap upon the shoulder

As sincere as the handshake

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Tomorrow’s Dream

What do I want tomorrow

I ponder this riddle often

Pretending I control those plans

Reasons fly away like bats

Never upon straight moonbeams

Cascading upward, dust in breezes

Idling meanings with purposes

Proclaiming territory on receding tide

I can explain everything clearly

I have no knowledge of why or how

As this sun sinks to the netherworld

My eyes create what will be forward

When the clouds obscure my vision

I’ll repeat this over aftermorrow too

Swirls in the Mind

Thoughts swirl

Like creamer in coffee

Filaments loosely connected

Running like a child

Splashed like a mud puddle

Togetherness for chaos sake only

Rainbow raindrops falling

Without landing on thirty ground

Their mystery cloaked in abstract

Scattered puzzle pieces

Awaiting the hand to assemble

Only fear is that they are meaningless

Empty Space

Cobwebs fill the hollows Places where the heart once beat Polished stone simulated warmth Lovely looks aren’t always welcoming Memory has cruel plaster coating Imperfections glide through life Perfection has its chains

Wishing

Today a wish fell from the sky

Dust, maybe fairy dust it sparkled

My breath stopped, my heart paused

Trying to comprehend was it meant

My eyes glued as it tumbled

Finding my upturned palm

Slowly gossamer wings appeared

Spellbound I stared at the sight

It tested those frail wings

Turning to face me

Then leapt back skyward

I wished it stayed

I wished for the wisdom of a child

Knowing to act not think first

As it rose, I jumped up

Failing arms desperate to grab on

My mind crawled away

My face dropped a bit

I knew next time what to do

When the next wish falls from the sky

Recreate

I long for simple times

I remember when it was perfect

Being as one without boundaries

Magic lived between what was us

Just to bring that back for a moment

To grasp the raw emotions

No plague of worry or thought

When the mist clears my eyes

A lone thought cries out

How do you recreate

What never was

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Autumn

Her long brown hair trails

A little tattered at the ends

You feel her presence quickly

The air turns cool as she moves

Dark eyes sparkle with color

Her smile warming at first

Against a deep blue sky she glides

Trees glow in her wake

You hate to see her turn away

Behind her a long dark shadow

In which things slowly fade away

Color breathes rapidly now

Stray Thoughts

Thoughts swirl through my mind

Lighting the dark recesses

Like fireflies, they spark and move

I reach for them in vain

they scatter and reemerge

I forget once captured they die

The jar can only confine

It only zaps their energy

They fade like yesterday’s dreams

Still my inner child swings

Maybe this time it’ll work

I can hold and make it real

Suddenly they are gone

Like darkness against sudden light

They fade from sight

Never to be known

Whether any of it was real

Bridge

If I built a bridge to you Would it be steel and concrete? Would it be paved in dreams? Illuminated by glowing promises Decorated by river called Hope A valley awash in blooming rainbows At night, fog would wraps it arms around Keeping away the cold of darkness Birds would sing to bring the dawn Gentle breezes would lift drowsy Every day could start fresh Thoughts would be free of the past If built a bridge to you Could we meet in the middle?