Is it to much to ask for a question
instead of an action...
Bright lights, brighter than the sun, than the...
Where have I gone? Has my time come so soon...
I've been told
My poetry doesn't make a lick of sense...
There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...
The image of a lighthouse in an eerie peace
of blue water looking cold even when it's warm...
A cricket
chirping...
I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...
Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...
Cover me over with melody
Cover me over with time...
People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...
Like wet cement carrying an impression;
my footprints still linger from...
I've constructed a fortress made
entirely of mirrors and misdirection...