carefully designed
fabricated finest fears
used to build this sphere
that houses all my dreams
and holds each one prisoner
fears
routine treatment…
a child with cancer
parents standing at clinic
residue of tears
beside eyes of desperate hope
that more tomorrows will come
boo….
housing sitting all night
i was sure a haunted house
footsteps all night long
footsteps stealing sleep
not a peep beneath the sheets
for fear it would hear
but with morning’s light
fright abated by the sight
a pet bunny’s smirk
by window moonlight..
cradle
these dreams
of a night
uninterrupted
by fears
of tomorrow
against
your breasts
feel my breath
upon your skin
while
a summer’s breeze
warms
the awaiting arms
of
our bed
reanimation…
with night’s arrival
darkness again hides my tears
i am now human
blinded…
doubt a dust devil
spinning across future plans
blinding your vision
stained glass colored cool rays…
aunt bea
seemed serious
this morning
she said
child
there are
some people
who believe
that death
is all around them
so they spend
their lives
inside amens
never daring
to go outside
fearing evil shall
steal their souls
but you can’t steal
a soul
you have to
give it away
just as
you have
to accept
life
