Poetry

Sometimes the roads will take you nowhere,
Sometimes the way to go is barely real
Places I visit again in my memory
Retrace the way the deserts made me feel…

I’ve allowed my thoughts
To erode my day
I’ve allowed the rust
To take over, I will
Turn to dust and blow away…

Sew your own
Broken heart
Together
Use gold thread…

I walk away
Alone
Again
But this time
I’m okay…

I’m still awake in the morning
By the dark of early day
The air around me is lonely,
Carries a chill from the bay…

Tired in the morning
From her night with you, Merlot…

I see your halo
So clearly
Even as you
Don’t see it
Yourself…

But how I wish that I could come
And take a break from earthly things
To take your hand dear one last time
Fly with you on Angel’s wings…