Wednesday, December 26, 2012

broken dreams


to have been watching
the sky lights
the darknesses between
all woven together
in a comforting dream
to have the engine
of a mortal machine
fly closer, and larger
with a murky wind
whispering ideas, beliefs
fitting nicely jigsaw
with the glitter and greed
but when I look again
on the final descent
they are transformed
to shifting lights
fleeting, iridescent
with passing clouds
a handful of seashells
with mollusk intact
and a taste for angle
at the mercy of the many
wayward shapes of spaces
then just before touchdown
they come alive
in a flurry of music and pain
crumbling the puzzle
waking the dream

Friday, December 07, 2012

the end

* This one is from my husband

everything must start
then must come apart
like the day or the night
or the stars that shine bright
nothing is right, or is wrong
why won't you, just play along
laugh and play,
till its bursting at its seam
it will all unravel,
just like a dream
not a moment too late
or a moment too soon
the end shall come