An ancient clock,

Casting shadowy memories,

On a sunbaked wall, ...

So confusing.

Distorting.

Clear, and ...

You may pull down the blinds,

Close the window,

Or shutter me in, ...

I too dream,

Of sitting on a boat,

Drink in hand, ...

D’s a cookie monster.

Sometimes she runs low,

Requesting transfers. ...

Perfection,

Reflected in imperfection.

Wish I could accept it, ...

Even street signs,

Fall flat on their face.

Everyone forgets, ...

I don’t know,

Which to embrace.

Life’s full of beauty. ...

Where did you go?

You once covered me,

With color and meaning. ...

Sunrise,

As their world sleeps.

Lights are on, ...

I need to breathe now.

Warning signs appearing,

In red and white. ...

Landing into you.

“Or you,

Pulling me in.” ...

Golden words casting shadows.

Tainted by humanity,

Stained by time, ...

The years wear me down.

Remnants of the past,

Peeling away, ...

There are many forms,

Invented to reach.

One must choose, ...

Fragile, bright and happy.

Who wouldn’t want,

To wake up each day, ...

There are many kinds of nets.

Those used to catch fish.

Invisible ones cast to capture hearts. ...

The king sits on his throne,

Gazing at emptiness,

In deafening stillness, ...

On cold winter days,

I dream of summer’s warmth,

When I can taste, ...

To swim,

There’s no escaping,

Treading on stones, ...