Venus collides

Between words
And circumstance
The Lightning folds within
Power of destruction,
Endless,
Seemingly close
Yet so very far away
Stars align to form
The abyss of emptiness.
Caught between
As meteors collide,
Lights illuminate
The silky summer skies
And I stand witness
To disruption
As the hourglass trickles
And time runs out
I stand accused
Of nothing
But thoughts unbecoming
Of a soul caught
In your quagmire
Of disruption.

Encroachment

Words
More words
Wreaking havoc
With a heart adrift.

Pain
Regaled worth
I cannot say
Beyond the margins firmed.

Lost
Thoughts blown,
I cannot help
This overloaded circuit
Like broken fuses meld.

Make it
Take it back
To yesterday again
Whole, complete start now.

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Little time to write this week….continuing on…..

A heart alive so near to me
A voice from an ocean adrift
Bobbing like bottles
Needing to read
The note within
Meant for me
To set me back
In subtle sanity
Between the anchors
I have no home
Adrift
Afar
And quite alone.
I hear your voice
Miles stretch
Yet it is not you
Just the man behind the curtain
Who leads astray
And I am not blind
Yet,
Pretending to be that way
If that is what
It takes the truth
Defined by love
Oh pity the fool
Thinking otherwise
The drama reigns
The actors on stage
I take a bow….
And walk away.
Exit stage right…..enter storm…..(applause)

Light thoughts

At night the fireflies come
Waking me from slumber
Cocooned in cotton
As I dreamt of snows that fall
Under the white orb in the distance
Leaving me in thoughts of how
With skies filled with little flakes
So light as they touch down
Can I still see the silver moon.
Flashes of Crystal
Tiny lights meld into a world
Filled with images
Of faerie and scattered speckles
Of a flashing light that calls
Come out to play.
I awoke to find the rain
Slipping down panes in rivers
And I knew I had a dream
As snow was not to be on sultry June nights
And I was happy to see the storm
Carry away my mind to new places
As I felt the warm winds blow from the south
Knowing summer was soon to arrive
Chasing the winter white away
Except for in
Places of dreams.