I see you in the glassI see you in the glass,Harbinger of eternity.Your pale-deathly stareHolds an off white nuance,Enveloping your deep-darkEyes; giving me a scare.I see you in the glass,Figure of fate.Sheathed in frightening white,Your silent mouth tells meOf my last days.You tell me as I lose sight.I see you in the glass,Hand of hell-(and hate).You gently hold a mirror;Hold it nearer and nearer.Nearer to my face.You whisper, I no longer hearI see you in the glass,Phantom of fear.You have proved your point.I'm not allowed here.Let me pack my bags.I'll leave without a tear.
CarefreeI remember my carefree days of summer,sitting silently in the shade.I adored these days.With prickly, dry grass poking;scratching at my back.Even so, and barely knowing,I stared nigh into heaven up high to see angels resting,barely shifting an eye.The cirrus seemingly born from their sigh.Pillars shown though the angels kingdom,shed from a setting sun; soon to nightA noctilucent moon traversed a half-starry sky,With a midnight hue, pouncing on my skin,I lay here on this prickly grass and remembermy carefree days of summers past.
Cogito ergo sumI guess I can open the mini-blinds.I'll see from that equivocal window.I'll see reality permeate my eye.I'll see reality pass inexorably by.A product of causality, is it?I look out from my windowto see these obvious thingsand know they don't exist.Perhaps a faulty perception.Emanation of my mind.The ebbing of neurons,streaming out of line.The grass?It isn't there.Perhaps that lonely crow,roosting on his power line?No, he isn't there.The cat in the window across?As you can't see, she isn't there.Infallible reality has finally fallen.You are a fool. Can't you see?And reality is false......These thoughts frighten me.So I close these mini-blinds,And hide away in my forever blind mind.
Leavesleaves fail from their branch and fall with faith in gravity.Their frailty causes them to fracture from a heavy hail,.A deep dirge resonates down from sky to ground.The leaves flutter, float and fly from the resonance up highThey wash into a river down to ocean grey,carried afar and farther away.Forlorn and forgotten, set adrift in dismay.Their chances of hope are gone on this day.
Why did you wake me?Why did you wake me from my dream?It was perfect.Yes, it was perfect.I felt freedom flourish on my skinI felt surreal winds carry me highI could see the grass below mePeak and crest like the watery seaI could see birds fly beneath meBut I awoke with a crow there to greet melavender, indigo, red, orange, azureThere were colours never to be seen againColours to counter a grey, hazy worldThe grey, hazy world you woke me intoA bravura of sound lauded my earsThe universe relaxed with a wispy sighWhy did you wake me from my dream?This new buzzing brings me from my lucid skyCan you go elsewhere, so I can sleep awayI want to dream, so please, do not stayBut first. Tell me.Why did you wake me from my dream?
BonesYou seem stationary, but you move so gracefully.will you Quench my warmth?with your vapourous tendrils?The sun is harsh, he heats me to the bone.The sun is harsh, he parches me before I'm home.Send those tendrils down, and reach into my veins.Infuse them with your frigid vapour.Fall down with me.Help me get home.Let me breathe your grey, diffuse body.Let me drink your cool, frothy fog.Will you cool my bones?These bones,their surface.They shiftlike tectonic plates,on their a melted mantle.Will you cool my bones?If not, rain on me.Surely, surely...You can manage that.An insignificant actWill you vanish; vapour away?Will you cool my bones?So I can go home...