Revival

Words lift like the mist of dawn
Dark and damp upon the brow

Life breaks and blossoms through earth broken
Survival sidelined by beauty un-jolted

Eye captures but a fragment of each creation
Pulsing as blood buried beneath the skin

Faceless determination hopes in what is yet unseen
Hearts harbor the blurred memory of a dream

Walking and waking
Waiting and praying

Tender shoot repelling cold
Revival through death reborn

FoundWanted

A quaint rhyme and verse
Where the roads diverge...

In all the moments
I've read you, loved you
Breathlessly murmured lyric to enshrine you

Little did I see the web spread
Between the roads, and I

Sweet enchantments of your love
Countless threads of vapor
To hold our past in time

I tread softly
Bright distinct flakes engulf me
The remnants of where I've been
submersed and mislead

The sweat of the struggle
Brushing against the tapestry woven
Sweet broken lies spoken

In this blizzard of recompense
Clawing through the bramble
Reaching these ever numbing limbs

Desperate to be found wanted

Aware
With every step
Seeking a break in the storm

I risk finding myself in the clearing
Of the the two roads diverging
Subtle sickly web awaiting

A compass deluded to the point of returning

Caustic Solution

There

In Abandon, it sits
Kept in isolation

The acid drip

The stopper pressed down
though labeled warning
holding focus

Livid memories unhinged
by the heart
broken

Long collecting dust
use and need
neglected

the caustic flame holding breath

Potent Singeing Solution
Tangible dis-abler in death

Destination Unknown/Destination Disconnect

One is reality, the other, reflection
Both mimic greater glories concealed
In reaching the destination
we find the journey forgotten

Trapped between the glass dome of reality
And the thin ice of harbored dreams

The naked forest cloaked in alabaster
Snow, circumvented relief
The disconnect of worlds
Not held by death

But life, awaiting patiently

Bridge of Forgotten Dreams

Faint through a mist of melancholy
Strong against grey bark and midnight blue
A figure rises beckoning
Through billowing smoke of blank memories

And I in turn
despondent

Lower the moat
Hands leveling fear against hope
Eyes piercing
Starlit. Revived.
Across the bridge

Of forgotten dreams