i am lost and
i need to get
more lost to see
a way through
for the forest and
also the trees
on a long and
winding road
is where silence
begins
Tag: poetry
lost for
burning acres
Photo by Andreas Haslinger on Unsplash only ever illusion
seclusion the only
solution to retain
a sanity amongst
all the confusion
burning acres of
this heart, if one
might be found...learning to talk
Photo by Ronin on Unsplash can we speak plain
cos i have forgotten
how to speak
and the words lost
all meaning in
the fog of dream
anyway
we needs must find
them again
we sought meaning
in rootsoil and mycelium
turned over understone
beseeched the sky
(i think you know why)
and whispered to crows
for their insight
and as for our meddle?
we still sit speechless
about all the things
under the oak tree
under the wings
come, kiss me
to spoken, my dear,
under a turquoise skyhill of dreams
Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash i rest my head at
the hill of dreams
waiting there for
the ghost of youin that slipshadow
Photo by Stephane Gagnon on Unsplash in that slipshadow
your hand on my hip is
my hand on your hip
cutting the twilight
of midnight under
a lazy summer moon
hanging low enough
to grasp if but
for only slender hours
before is slips behind
an ashen veil of dreaminside the inside
Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash i am inside her inside me
and you cannot cannot see
for the fog obscured of her
mists and dark moon we
both dance naked beneath
as i am her of inside me
this is not a broken
this is just how the we
under red the apple tree
to come with her as
she comes with mestill do not
Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash long that road & more
i still do not know
where it will lead
i have my doubts that
the path heads north
i still do not know
our hands become expressions
reflections of our thoughts
feathering fans before eyes
fingers return to masks
long that road & more
i still do not know
what we will find in end
i still do not knowdesert undressing
Photo by Dave Hoefler on Unsplash desert undressing
her dune shifting sand
under night chill waxing
painted in badland tone
she slips beneath shadows
of her whispered song
longing to hold you
to her heartall at grindylow
Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash all at grindylow
and howling moon
with the wind
bash this smash this
burning head
towards the in
my fingers spark
flint like iron
my heart burns
at blood within
all at grindylow
and howling moon
with the windregret in rear
regret the mirror ugly
spider cracked look back
past pig gaping jaw
to claw that face off
fade skies out black
we break everything
until there is only empty
