Poems from dreamingpoet
I write to find
To be you
To be me
I write because the words are begging to flow through me
The words need to escape
TO be free
I write...
Her bright eyes watch
The way the leaves fall, the way the people dance and laugh and love
Her soft eyes watch them
With their harsh...
They burned in the embers
Fast and flammable
Their eyes - bright and broken
Uneven jaws and bruised cheeks
They scorched in the cooling...
Broken jaw
Torn flesh, pulling from the bone
Muscles decaying, fraying at the tendons
Broken wing
Snapped neck, limp and brittle
Feathers...
I walk down the street her hand folded in mine
Her sweet laugh hits my ears
Windchimes fill my head
I turn to face her
She smiles brightly...