The Chasm...

There sits an empty page.
The childhood imagined...
Over decades of rain.

And in the hiding...
No memories bore out.
No widened arms.
A house stands...
left without windows.

All the mourning now.
The fretful lost.
A youth spent...
On wasted heart.

Legacy like wilted stems.
And a doubt...
when newness
should spring petals.

There are no words...
No pain, no love.
Just vast blank space...
Where family should be.

Despite this...
The children of an emptiness
Paint in loving hues.

Bless the mothers
Who fill their children's mouths with love
After a lifetime of knowing heart hunger.

Secrets and Ghosts...

He smiled patiently
as I unlocked the wooden trunk
where all my little secrets and skeletons lie.

I pulled them out
one by one...
unwrapping each
from their parchment dressing.

Laid bare on the table before us
He examined them...
with discerning eyes
Noting the color and shape
Of each little bone.

I waited for the gasp...
The shudder
Waited for him to turn cold
And walk away...

He gently wrapped each
and placed them with care...
into the trunk
and closed the lid.

Turned to me and smiled...
His hand on my cheek
"You were always beautiful to me...
and now I know why."

October Colour...

Oh October moon...

All the darkest lovely things

Spread the forest floor

Shadows move as smoke under your gaze

Forgive me my confessions

Your glow will be the death of me

I'll lie with you and you'll place me in a box

Sleeping with the sickness of night air's love

Waiting for what you've done

The constant knot of innocence

I thought I could move against the grain

Move your sensible heart again

As much as I ever could

I don't need to know you've gone

It seems I've been deceived

And the wind will sweep me faithless away

Peaceful in the pines

Alone with my long cast regrets

Sinking into the soil... midnight cold

Turning with leaves

Falling.