awakened by sounds
forgotten childhood fears
shadows spinning on walls
whispered words to gods
for a contract renewal
broken promises
just shattered glass on a dream
reality’s path
drape your hand and arm
over the bed’s edge tonight
i long for your touch
the clock
staring off into space
with total disregard for life’s tragedies
and your nightmares
these isolated moments
before death
called days
move before
your eyes
without reflection
in the mirror
soundless events
flowing along
the fibers of your existence
an invisible blood line
in the palm of your hand
ignored
as you reach
for golden corporate calves
placed strategically
along the walkways
of your beliefs
and when you
reach out
to touch them
you find they are
but illusions
nothing more
than
unkept promises
like the unread books
beside your bed
from my window
i see a world
you do not see
i see madmen
in the street
selling candy-coated nightmares
on corporate auction blocks
for the mere price of your soul
and hear the sounds
streaming from city streets
that go unheard
when children cry
in the night
with parental fright
praying for morning’s light
to embrace the sight
of an unlocked door
into a world most fear
you did not hear
the shallow breaths of fear
throughout the night
reverberating
like waves of tears
an unwanted
endowment
nor did you feel
the touch of love
that a poet knows
sometimes in dreams
sometimes savored
on passion’s bed
in a candle lit room
a love
you
have always
sought
and
have not
found
My friend Toni Cross has presented another challenge photograph for me, but his one is very special since it is a photograph of her…how does one poet begin to capture even a fragment of another poet’s spirit within the lines of a poem? Not sure that I have an answer…but here is my attempt to convey a some small portion of the spirit that I have seen in her writing. I hope that she will approve of what I have attempted.