peace

you played with the stones

you never asked why i

gave you some tone

you drank from the flames

of disease and a stare

the platypus’s barbed claws

sink poison in there

you narrate and dictate

and advocate hell

the cards of the spade

act as your only tell

the bees and their what-nots

speak humbly “hark”

and sink in the blood

snow blowing the stone cold blinded trees

an ever waking ember of the sad heart I would know

and bees greeting the hollow graves of me

summer blows over with nowhere to hide

running river rides over the sky

an ever silent lover asks me if I’m by his side

I tell him only bees know how and why

running river, flying bees

why have you, fought me

in the dark, misty rain

full of silence, full of pain

will I ever, find the way

dark embers sing, run away

but friends come helping

It was like fireworks

I turned around and saw a black cloud roaring with rain

i found myself lost in the

moonlight

lost in the

crowd

of the small stores that

humbled me with warm

invitations.

crossing the road away

i noticed myself wanting to return

to the moonlight

wanting to return

to the crowd

as the cool rain

carried me away