Age

The shadows grow tall

And the circles settle in

Weary to the bone

Sewing feathers to our skin

she and him

he blindly stacks

shivering in his glassy case

she fogs the glass

erasing icy fingers of lace

but for tonight

but for tonight...

i think i'll play my favorite song

fall asleep to the sound of tires kissing pavement

wake palm to palm, fingers interlaced

breathe and release

"nature's got a heart shape"

The leaves act like birds

Painted on the sidewalk

Caught in misshapen captive flight

The pebbles freeze

in a dewy curtain

Remembering how they once fell like rain

The mist takes shape

Clouding our reflection

Inking perfect vignettes 'round our shining faces

healed

the ink bleeds deep
pressing into chapters - aching to be remembered
but the pages they turn
if not quickly, always surely
as black turns to blue
and night turns to sky
promises turn to memories
and memories turn to whispers
the last light flickers and fades

mute

my eyes they see
my insides scream
your reputation covers me
and you ask me not to speak

i'll play the mute
i'll play this game
i'll follow lies with just a smile
i'll scream if only in my sleep