Sitting there in open form…breathing, savoring a moment that claims the eyes Collecting thoughts in a simmering row of pasted visions on the curtains of a smile… claiming nothing out of the sort
~fingers dance the moonlight along a sleepless trail pecking seems the order as endings never fail~
Glowing like an ember fused, beneath a mantle trimmed and shorn Hidden in the lonely darkness once presented in a cluttered dream of pine cone cushions and wicker trimmed French kisses
~words of stained glass meanings in shadows on the pew shaped to form the pattern as light evades the view~
Groans of indecision plague this page, smudged and weary, scribble in fury and folded neatly Edges meet in distracting lines on crossword clues reaching down across the face of what I have done
~ink it merely scratches the surface of the night still I sit here staring with nothing left to write~