My Window Shattered to Sand
His pain is finally captured
Shattered, sandy, creeping shame devours the innocent maim
Sitting at gaze through my cracked, dingy window pane
I gasp at her silken lace dragging the sand—watching her blood ooze with muted lips
Is she moving? Where does this dawn light nightmare hymnal lead?
One moment, for wink at time, she turned, I looked, a fading, eating what “I” had dreamed
She spoke, I smiled, and laid my slumbering raven lay down
Unguarded, unnoticed, unwanted yesterday—and that, would boil my memories if . . .
The nameless, goddess- woman with strange ghost’s eyelash cursing my time so slow
Too old, too sick, and with my sand castles in dreamy fog
That was my shattering, mind battering, my ugliness was secrets she told
My walk was bondage to her crying tale
A prayer, a play, crawling with a butterfly wing through Hell
A brunette, she kissed the mocking bloody snow—true as Pharoah’s singed heel ran slow
Glaring redhead’s eyes—seizing, frosty veil to my touch, no rest onto her ground
I told her of love, worship, and “that” one room of her soul to walk
Where dreams are solid and notions are all silent, understood talk
We measured time, risk, and life in solitude thimble
Thinking, ahhh, thinking, we stood as gods, yes, gods, to her pitied lips
Taking her hand—suddenly the moment, and long the content
Walking to run from damsel pure
Why vanish ye’ from misty dawns?
Why ye’ use me like ye’ use your pawns?
We loved and grasped ghostly passions untold.
United, equal to sun’s vengeful face
My shattered sand lies like my heartbeats quietly
Hands quiver to hold one hair, one twinkle fair
One sigh, wink, said ghastly goodbye
The lone, the dead, the sorrowful . . . .
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