darkness leads to light to darkness
clock ticks and days go by
you dream of smelling a different smell and
breathing in a different breath and
feeling a different touch
you’re not here you’re not there
not today not tomorrow
the streets outside are crowded but deserted
the air besides the shoulder is empty
wanting to hear and
waiting to be heard
mirror o mirror tell me what is true
how the red differs from blue
masqueraded, you explore
step ahead to step out
ephemeral indulgence, little respite
you step back to step inside
four walls are again what you find
a face at night captivates you from above
you follow, step up, step inside, and

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.