the needle

from the greyish bedroom window

oh, what i saw!

upon the cold, white winter’s chill;

from behind the curtains draw,

was a cold ghostly stare peeking, looking down;

behind the pictures of thought

there,  lurking behind an old graveyard stone

from within eyes that shine bright

like a needle injection,

pain draws in familiarity

in any given darkness

in the bare winter tree groves

the wind cuts, whispers and speaks

between the naked branches

from the greyish bedroom window

oh, what i saw

upon the cold, white winter’s chill;

from behind the curtains draw,

from the behind the chilled dawning glass

the breath reflects and fogs.

to mine i have none!

the long needle slowly injects the pain

even before the brewing of coffee!

the morning broke open,

shining in its greyish winter’s glory

from the greyish bedroom window

oh, what i saw!

upon the cold, white winter’s chill…

c. 2018 bgw

out where lighthouses shine

in billowing

cold salty winds,

deep within the frozen waters

are the thoughts that brine;

where lighthouses shine,

out from the offing

where memories flux

they forever come to shore

in current tides

and washes upon my feet.

the salty air billows

and draws deep

within the sea.

the thoughts that brine well within,

are sunken below

sought in, i seek out;

in the frozen deep

in the icy blue ocean of memories;

forever remembering..

c. 2018  bgw