The sky is a multi-layered shroud.
Thick blankets of gray, slowly
drift in the wind as the faint light
of a late morning searches for a
place to make its presence known.
I can see the barren lifelessness
surrounding as my eyes peek
through a tiny hole in the window.
Faucets still run in the background
and they help to occupy the silence.
Yet, I find everything beyond
the gates, enchanting as I daydream
about what it is like for birds of
prey on days when there
is a variable wind.
You are a beautiful and delicate
flower of a particular genus
that thrives in the warmth of summer.
Your nectar
makes you a siren that has
attracted many suitors to gorge until full.
While escaping your lair, I was smitten….
obsession is prevalent in a stare.
The epitome of every hue….shades of pink
damp like the morning dew but
possessed with the snugness of a warm deluge.
Affinity is more than just uncommon
in the midst of a taste test.
A fragrance that is truly particular
is lingering like a shroud.
Innocence is more than just a way
to describe your bloom that is brought
up by a late afternoon. There is definitely
more to the presence of your vibrancy.
And I can’t help but mourn as
you slowly fade away and
wither in silence.
The consistent chatter serves as
a distraction between meals.
As the evening travels on a safe
journey through time, voices
echo between each cell.
The darkness of a late evening,
descends like a mysterious phantom
that is on the prowl in search of
something that is quite elusive.
Renditions of daily routines
serve the purpose of extending the
monotony. The noise from next door
occupies the moments when thoughts fade.
A shadow descends from a ceiling
as I am watched by mysterious eyes,
a suspended camera is the spectator
as gentle knocks ricochet.
