Cheap red wine
and broken glass
digging
into
my fingers
blood stained prints
on clear blue glass
that never wash
the words away
I can't see
for all the light
that's shining
down my veins
Let me forget
the dance of loss
and let us
start to sing

And there,
upon the old and worn
the painted and the cracked
the concrete world
perched a goddess
a smile
to light chaos

Oh, that she knew I worshipped
Oh, that she heard the words
I tucked deep into my shadows
She was all that I loved
Though I was nothing to her

The peach that bruises
with lightest touch
is sweet and cool
delight
which melts on tongue
to rejuvenate
flesh and flame of soul

In slumber of winter
this world dreams
Crystalline
It shatters and scatters light
To dazzle those left awake
To share its dream
In moonlight unhindered
by clouds
Upon the frost it writes
Poetry
Upon the spirals of ice it sings
Of love though grown cold
Still beautiful

I was walking
past the alley
and wondering
if the dark was real
or if it was
just a trick
of the light
I was walking
Past the old woman
and I was wondering
if she was in pain
or just a trick
of the night
I was walking
past your home
and wondering
if you lived there
or if your life
was just a trick
of maybe and might
and that
is where I was
yesterday