Apparition

She dreams of me
A negligence, really
Forgotten as I am
In her waking hours
This ghostly skin
Stretched over bones
That she used to know
Intimate as such
Entwined in each other
Like snaking vines
Severed by time
The loss of innocence
Resonating like wind
In the slamming door
And the turning
Leaves me petrified
That I will disappear
Even from myself
Yet her subconscious
It sticks me in place
Where I’m still alive
Relevant as such
Amidst the rubbish
Of a scattered brain
That I used to know
When she knew me
Apart from dreams
But I call to her
And there is no sound
Not even an echo
Of who I used to be.

Release

The night gives up its secrets
Piecemeal, like a sleeping child
Fluttering eyelids give them away
As the night bleeds into day
While the colors blend together
Beautiful like the rising sun
Sliding across the eastern sky
Settling like so much dust
Promises given in morning light
Forgotten by wandering minds
In the spectral haze of time
That fades in the gloaming
As dusk replaces fantasy
And night closes like a veil
Across the edge of the world
Daring to see past tomorrow
Eyelids shimmering with stars
That sparkle when they close
Revealing a magic seldom seen
As sleep reclaims its own
Holding its secrets close
As its breath fogs up the glass.

Dreamscapes

Dreamscapes beckon
All powder blue
Awash in lamplight
For night’s delight
With hills that roll
And crayon grey
Bursting into life
The scene shifts
To flights of fancy
Far above the world
A spinning vortex
Flashing bright
Disappears from sight
Water covers all
A prism in yellow
Nightswimming
As quiet as rain
Falling in time
A flood of blue
Washing me away
To meet the rising day.

The Idea of You

You melt my defenses
As fragile as I am
With my fluttering heart
Beating out of control
Pausing to let you in
You and your heat
Steam rising from every pore
Confusing all the while
Because you’re not mine
Though in my dreams you are
In broad paint strokes
Thick like your hair
Fantasies can’t compare
But I keep trying
Because they’re all I have
Every morsel of you
Precious like the rain
Sluicing away my pain
Flowing like a river
Straight through my heart
Warm and inviting
You tear me apart
Without even knowing
And I am fragile
Consumed with wanting you
With feeling your fire
That lights my soul.

Photograph

A photograph of sorts
Capturing her essence
Demure and demonstrative
Catlike in her quickness
Devilish in the approach
Trained for dominance
But lacking effect
Conscious of time
The thief in the night
Stealing beauty
Exchanging it for glass
A million see-through panes
That reflect nothing
But reveal hollow eyes
Looking beyond the frame
Into the chasm beyond
The flash blinding
Eclipsing her image
Before it is exposed
In flesh and fantasy
In dreams that waver
Before waking up.

Reflection

She has hair of gold
Reflecting the sun’s rays
As perfectly as a mirror
Hiding her dark side
The screaming and terror
That came to her at night
When the moods hit
In the deepening fog
As thick as thieves
Laid on a knife’s edge
Her shuddering breaths
Oddly quick
Like a stutter-step
Eyelids fluttering madly
Waiting for a salvation
That never comes
Not even in dreams.