Flowing black gossamer
Lays thin over a
Well-worn life.
Today is a beautiful one.

Gliding past the street lamps
As they flicker in the presence.
Shapely figures dance
Across the breast to
A soft ballad from above.
Tonight is one to remember.

Brushing strands of corn
Silk from tired eyes.
They glitter with the
Desirable Flame.
Tomorrow will never be forgotten.

Reach for the stars
From the ground below
Earthen creations.
As the dust settles from
Labor, so shall it soon
Dissipate.
Nothing, is forever.

Carpet.
Wood finish.
Asphalt.
Concrete.
Tile.
Grass.
Earth.

Never thought they would
disappear from underneath everything.
Guess they just got tired of being stepped on
Over. And over. And over again.

Wearing thin from no rest
And no thanks.
Just lay there and be taken for granted.
Be still so the rest can walk all over
Without care.

Crack under stress
Decay with age
And don’t ever complain about
A **** thing.
Because no one will listen.

So here the above-ground-world
Lies in the dark cold of space
Wandering aimlessly through the
Nothingness
All because of a lack of courtesy.

Well tough break everyone.
Thanks for nothing, and in return
That’s what you get.

Flowing blue and
Majestic purple flecked with a
Staccato of yellow, marked by the
Adagio of green and
Accented silver

Caesura.

Dolce is the rosa and lapis that
Crescendo into
Fortissimo red and a
Vivace of cerulean --

Sforzando of orange!

Decrescendo into emerald, a
Morendo into the dark
Grazioso, where rests a
Fermata of rainbow.

At least this is what I see
On the black and white
Sheet of paper.

Is in the shower.
Curtained off, it's the one room that actually
Washes away the pains from your face.
Salty, bitter drops of time spent unwisely,
Fall down to the drain at your feet.
Disappear.

Cut off from everyone else
Surrounded by those who would listen,
Protect you from being heard.
They softly plink against the glass and your body just the same.
There is no judgment here. No.
Not in this room.

And that's what comforts you the most.
That this imaginary room is the one place you can let it all out.
Spill your darkest secrets to the linoleum
Knowing it will only echo your thoughts.

Not loud enough for anyone to hear
Over the rushing water.
No. You're safe there.
And that's why.

The reason you are able to come out of it all
Looking as if nothing had ever happened.
Knowing that,
Once you step out of the warmth and into the cold air
Into the bigger room,

No one will ever know
That you secretly cry.

Every time you call my name,

I grow stronger, my heart beats again.

That’s when I think of you

And I swear I can fly.

But you never call.

And I never asked why.

If the sun also rises,
Only then does time control what
He is destined to do, one who
Knew the course of the future while
Me, a confused child stood by, watching