Snow

My thoughts are flakes of snow
and I am buried deep.
There’s nowhere I could go,
so once again, I will just sleep.

I heard a blizzard’s closing in
and I’m fully prepared;
I felt the frost upon my skin;
Emergency’s been long declared.

Maybe this time, I will die,
but I don’t care much for fate.
Perhaps the snow’ll pile high,
or maybe I’ll just actuate.

I Will

I’ll turn the table upside down.
I’ll face the couch towards the wall.
I’ll yank a pen out of my heart
and draw myself a path to crawl;

A path away from the abode
that is too lifeless and too dull,
and that’s held me in too long
like thoughts locked in a prison-skull.

I will emerge in timeless land
and explore the melodies I find.
I’ll climb the trees, and swim the lakes,
and forget the dead place left behind.

I Forget Things


I forget things
way too much,
and my dream-wings
curl out of sight,
and out of touch.

I have forgotten
choices I’ve made;
the fruits are rotten,
but they were ripe when
I picked and played.

I’m shocked to see
where I once stood;
high up, atop a tree.
I remember now,
oh, that was good!

I’m here again,
but forget I may…
Wait, where’ve I been?
Oh, I remember
this form of day!

My dream-wings shine
and I feel them stretch.
Fresh fruit is mine;
The seeds are for
the ground to catch.

The Way

I laugh with them;
I dance with her.
The fire burns;
the faces blur.

I flap my arms;
I start to drift.
My hand reaches
and tries to lift.

I fly backwards;
I fight and twist.
My eyes open;
they don’t persist.

I sit up; awake.
I stay up alone.
The fire burns;
the way is shown.

Distant, Guarded Man

Tonight, I was waiting in
the check-out line of a store,
trying my best to not just look
at the products or the floor.

Two women joined the line
and behind me, took their places.
A daughter and a mother, I thought,
with happiness on their faces.

I am often much too reserved,
so I wanted to give them a smile.
I managed only half of one, unseen,
but it still felt good, all the while.

Next time, I’ll step it up a notch
and give a warmer one, if I can,
for it’s quite unseemly of me
to be such a distant, guarded man.

Sapless Passerby

Weeks ago, I was walking
with the river to my right.
Headphones sang me music,
as my eyes took in the sight.

I came upon a young couple
who fished with a 3-year-old,
and I turned my eyes away
from a family and the river; cold.

I didn’t want to be awkward;
I was only a sapless passer-by,
and just as I thought I’d made it
the little girl beamed out a hi!

I waved and smiled back
and said to the child “Hello.”
And I felt a little foolish
for the kindness I oft forego.

Bell of Night

 

I heard a bell ring in the night;
It came from deep below.
I’m sure it’s source was from a dream
that had for me something to show.

I’ve been awake and slept again
a few times since this has passed,
and I am dismayed about the fact
that these things go by so fast.

I write two lines and fall asleep,
while the clouds blow overhead.
Tomorrow I will wake up and take
the bell of night beyond my bed.