shadows

shadows cover

my eyes.

all while

a foreign language covers the tongue.

a cold afternoon came by

 and stole the time away.

night time glass

recovers a thought;

a kiss on her lips,

soft and lovingly;

you found me once

and lost us twice.

a book is read;

we found shadows that dance

and cloak a reality.

c.2016 bgw

confliction

empty deserted visions

came upon some ordinary sin.

i never set out to sell my soul,

but i guess i did.

between the sheets

or somewhere between the lines of mediocrity;

the words always had double meaning.

but you see,

12th street was swimming in its own flood.

and the backed up traffic

splashed a homerush gold rush.

i used to wake up

for your attention;

but now i fall asleep

in an extinction;

damn it!

strange slumber

awakes in empty deserted visions;

coming up on some ordinary sin.

i never set out to sell my soul,

but now these bridges just burn themselves.

c.  2016  bgw

 

midnight from the upstairs window

from the upstairs window,

she watched the snow slowly falling

softly to the ground below.

 her eyes gazed;

hypnotized by the dancing of each flake.

from the midnight glass,  she awoke.

her radiance lit up the silence of a darkened room.

somewhere on the Eagle Bay shores,

she still was soaking in the sun

on the warming white sands.

but through the upstairs frosted window,

the streetlamp’s glow

    peeked through her dreaming eyes.

and from the upstairs window,

she watched the snow slowly falling

softly to the ground below.

c. 2016  bgw

a minor berceuse

climb up to the mountain top

and dance with the clouds below;

the tree seeks

and sees its leaves.

american thought;

know what was wrought.

one sees a whole

found in a minority;

a stalking of the majority.

oh, climb on up to the mountain top

and dance with the clouds below;

and see the leaves

from the tree that believes.

c.2016  bgw

unravelling

unravelling;

melting glass

in my hand.

thoughts

brought me

back to here.

i stood

in where i thought it all ends;

only to find myself back at the beginning.

i was and still am captivated by you.

finding my mind still is unravelling;

thoughts of you act like melting glass,

dripping into my heart.

thoughts speak in a silent tongue.

c. 2016 bgw