Through fields of mirrored glass
Into the forest looking back
Into fractional space
Glimpse disjointed memories
Slivers of light in the dark
Needle points
Leading in to the heart
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Idle time
Light dancing in the dark
The candle burns
Wax drips in fits and starts
Sputtering
Tendrils of gray smoke
Rays of flame
Drawing me in close
Moth with ashen wings
Fluttering
Immolation soon complete
Light Casting
Another silhouette against the morning light
Another shadow in the corner of your eye
Slipping out of view
Spots in your vision, old ghosts to remind you
Find your place in the shade
Dawn casting rays upon your scarred and troubled face
The new day has come
Casting silhouettes in shape of days dead and gone
Heat and Pressure
Flashes ephemeral
Jewels of glass, set upon my brow
Concentration
Perspiration is my crown
Ruling over visions
Extracting diamonds from within
Pressure forming stones that glisten
Reflecting light most dim
Beauty juxtaposed to coal black origins
The many facets, faces looking back
Telling a history of life beneath the cracks
Ages passed before emergence
Heat
Pressure
Making diamonds in the darkness
Mourning Light
Sweet air, thick and sticky
Another humid summer morning
Small beads of sweat, like dew drops adorning
Dancing on your skin in the early shine
Evaporating quickly
Thrown into the fire
Perspire
Porphyria takes a grip
Burning, sudden pain
Hold to shade
Leave lamps unlit
Fearing its’ presence
Longing for the night
Spend Apollo’s hours
Mourning the light
The Study
There is a place I like to dwell, deep within my mind
A reflection of myself in a room from distant times
Walls lined with weathered books of dark, romantic verse
Curtains always tightly drawn
The sun is my one curse
Thirsting ever for more oil, a lamp burns on the desk
All is dark and silent only when I rest my pen
No bed do I keep, for sleep is truly sacred
I prefer the cold, hard floor
Less likely to be tainted
Stained by bitter passion
Memories are swept away by the coming and the passing
Nothing’s lasting in the study of my mind
Everything in this dim light can play tricks on the eye
A Grain of Sky
The summer sky at night is alike to any other
Empty of all light aside from stars that sputter
Flicker out of sight
Contending with the moon to see who is most bright
A tight race, neck and neck
The moon borrows its light from our own little speck
A traitor to the stars
Equally as dim from some other planet, far
Feeble, just the same
In this desert ocean, we are not but one small grain
Clouded Eyes
Cloud covered skies are easy on the eyes
Filtering pain from the light
Mighty sensitivity, thanking the shade
Eagerly awaiting the night
I fight in the day, just to stay open
Reflexively they remain shut
I never was a light heart
No child of the sun
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