A Ballad of Away's

I.

Days become farther and farther away.
The fire inside me has deserted
any attempts at sanction.

Where is away?
A home established
in paradise?

Places where death
cannot fly, perhaps.

I.

I sing with what I have no voice for,
there is no melody, no signature key
you could latch onto.

In time- I whisper, cradling onto
lost starships and filled anaesthesia.
My dreams are anxious and
without clothes,
frosted yet unable to surrender....

galaxies are waiting, days a night cloud
of silence

I cannot discern.

* Written October 31, 2012 at 7:32 pm.