11/9/2022 – they were lies

I woke in sweat with visions of
Shadows before my eyes
And only you could hold me then
And tell me they were lies

11/8/2022 – nurture it

A breath
Is the fire
That burns against the cold

A salve
Is the rain
That comes amidst the drought

Salvation
Is the green
That sprouts from winter’s melt

If only I can nurture it

You shift closer yet
Your skin touches mine; my heart
Quickens, unbidden

A bright-colored lie
Is the sun on winter’s day

Quick blows winter’s wind
Taking the colors with it
Leaving the stillness

With the sun so high
I could hardly see
The shadow walking
Under me

And in the light
The dark did hide
Though it was always
There beside

I wondered what
Became of it
When nighttime came
The bright sun set

But when came the morn
The shadow sprung
From night’s embrace
There by me hung

It was a comfort,
To tell truly
To know it never
Left me

I peered into the Reaper’s eyes
And saw amidst the grey
The truth against a world of lies:
That with him solace lay

Give me pen and pad
Let me make with them a world
Like none before seen

I have often wandered
And often wondered
Whether I have wandered enough
Seen enough
Heard enough
Been enough

Yet in my heart of hearts
I sense
I know

I wander
Not for an answer
But because the question
Is worth the wandering

There is a shadow
Buried in my corners
Hidden in my nooks

Hidden from me
As I’ve hidden from it

Never stopping to wonder
Does it feel?
Does it fear?
Does it wish for my embrace?

Is it me?