Pieces of Paper
Certificate of birth adorned with apostille...
I do not have
A guiltless soul...
There is a burgundy sky, an open vein, that splits...
Waters surge from Thine eyes as your child excels...
Sleep baby sleep within this magical lullaby deep
Constellations North pole star is waiting so is...
Well,
darkness never...
Above the horizon hover sun-stained clouds
Like the combustion of childhood dreams...
I pondered,
o'er dearest Abigail...
My desire for you is like a cryptic veil,
which blossoms when I see your smile- bright as...
I am your master,
magician...
Dragon Heat
swirling within a fairytale...
Beware the ides of march
could parch ones soul of baleful decay...
Guileless fingers, etching prayers on my face,
blotting out sunlight with whispers of grace...
There's an elephant in my room today,
I'm just trying real hard to ignore it...
The news of your eminent demise...
Has taken me back to a happier time...