fading frangrance

So I can see the wonders

That the world holds for me

Like a child who dreams

Of drifting among clouds

Gently cradling the wishes

They carry to sleep.

For they will never see

The way you look so gently

And affectionately at me.

That the warmth of the sun

Can be felt through the touch

Of our fingers clasped tightly.

Hold me close and

To the passing thoughts

Before we fall asleep

Though morning may come

Pardoning evening’s sorrow

Today, tonight, tomorrow.

Lace knots tightly between each line

Forming a sentence from inside the head

A piece from within the author’s shrine.

To the words that you must find

Heard by none, not even myself

The answers I left behind.

If I told truths that sound like lies

Would you believe me all the same?

Or would you fall for every trick

And think it’s nothing but a game?

You’ve found the key but not the lock

What else is left to do?

Except sit and consider every answer

To the questions I asked of you.

Smoldering in embers left to die

What is locked away seems to always find

For what you find may be

The cats you killed

With curious intrigue

And an appetite for more.

Twists the other’s tightly wound

Around the base of their neck

You

You

It would’ve been better

If you had never been

is smothering a choked breath

behind pressed pillow

that can’t seem to draw another

from this well buried deep

screams that reverberate

inside the ribbed cage

that no one can hear except

Muddling definite shapes into ill-defined blurs

And in the darkness they cannot distinguish

Monochromatic values from the ever looming shadows.

What hides in the corner of this poorly lit room

I cannot discern from sight alone

Whether I see the shape of a monster

Or the shape of man’s dreams manifest.

But with eyes closed there is no difference

Between the absence of light

And the back of my eyelids

So disappear from me until next time.

Who walk the streets as a blurred smear

Where one squints and cannot perceive

The actual shape of the body

Tumultuous troubles stir deep within

That paper skin layered over the heart

And barely hides the smoldering spirit

Weary of its own meager existence.

And leave my arteries askew

I’ll paint a message in black and blue

Of a secret just for you.

Mourners will bereave my passing thoughts

As if to understand

Why countless veins cross mine and yours

While theirs are left unraveled.

Frenzied passages along countless pages

Tell tale of something forbidden

But take my eyes and see them through

Someone who’s falling apart?

Your strength must number a million

In both your head and heart.

If you keep pulling these strings?

Why are you making me walk

In the other direction?

I have no control

Over where I go

Please cut my strings