An almost dark room

it landed in a lit spot

the eye that will look.

Imprints obscure me

the red dresses you left in

your silent voice to.

perpendicular

my thoughts and the soil we left

high above I fly.

colorful cover

reflecting onto my path

where I return on.

Carefully he treads

a thin tension bearing it

with each wanting step.

From muddy waters

in gloomy grime and silence

a lonely seedling.

Observance behind

birdcages we needed to see

wondering of wings.

Dissected in sleep

an unconscious subsistence

hidden underneath.

Heavy seated minds

Forced uncertain temptations

Parting unalike.

Black on a pattern
Forming new and old waves
On woven rules.

A young longing for

imaginary freedom

finding its way out.

 

I float slowly down

then I unexpectedly

have nowhere to go.

 

Falling to the dark

gravity feeling its way in

reaching for my ground.