Time’s old face caressed

By small ample hands passing

Brought closer to death.

Fragile thoughts of rain

Softly doze on passersby

Mingling with intent.

It was 5am.

I couldn’t drown the voices

Swimming in my head.

Sunrise, a breath’s distance

Brushed against my conscious mind,

Pleading for my rest.

My eyes, torn open

To the beauty in the world,

A sweet reminder.

Fading stars, rooted light,

Passing away into the depth

Always present guidance.

Lasting questions, nigh unspoken

Inscribed among the clouds

Floating discretely.

Thunderous echoes of the past,

Perilous reckoning of time,

Erupting promises to ash.

As night fades into sleep,

Dawn breaks while I dream.

My folly is thus,

In eyes emerald and gold,

Precious heart of stone.

Cherish the quiet,

Just never forget laughter,

They each have their place.

Scream obscenities,

While they claw around inside;

You will never hear.

Some desire a chase,

But I prefer the measured step,

A calm, stable flame.

Confined to my words

To anxiety silent,

For your sake, unsaid.

Tears falling upward

As rain defying your words,

Spoken in haste, lost.

You paint with colors,

And I with words do sketch

Our separate worlds.