Galaxies of Cotton

As cold as stone,
As sweet as home,
The world has been forgotten.
It stands alone in the great big dome,
And stays there 'till it's rotten.
When the clouds come crashing down,
Like galaxies of cotton.
You'll stand alone in the great big dome,
And remember wars you fought in.
Up or down or on the ground,
And dimmer by the second.
They pile up tall in a great big ball,
Then crumble all to nothing.
Like a giant ball of crystal,
All it takes is one small pistol,
To put this universe to shame,
Then everyone will know your name.

Lilting Melodies

She sat upon a shaded bench,
While shadows crossed her face.
She whispered to the luscious land,
The beauty she had seen.
She walked the earth with sun and moon,
And spoke out to the sea.
There she lay her delicate frame,
To find what she had been.
Forever rests her spirit there,
A song of lilting melodies.
Her memory in all the land,
Lays sacred in their hands.
A little girl who’s only wish,
Was never to be seen.
So there she lay, beneath the waves, in a forgotten sea,
And when she walked the earth once more,
She swore her love to thee.

Distracted

Scratching, scraping, gnawing, gaping,
Clawing at your wounded soul.
Eyes of red are wide and staring,
Drowning in a pit of coal.
Fingernails of rotting brown,
Digging deep into the ground.
Horror pulses through you veins,
Unlike calmness that she feigns.
Beating heart and rubber bones,
Heaviness of massive stones.
Up, and up, and up you fly,
Climbing higher in the sky.
Released from your leaden shackles,
Filled with screams and gleeful cackles.
Soaring through the chilly air,
Catching stardust in your hair.
Soaking up the feel of freedom,
Searching for your long lost kingdom.

Clocks

The clocks, they tick on thin gold needles,
Some with tips the shape of beetles.
Tick and tock, around they go,
Every time of day they show.
Whirring, buzzing, clicking, clacking,
Never stopping, always tapping.
Spindles on an azure face,
Outlined all in silver lace.
Pendulums of thick brown oak,
Like houses of the fairy folk.
Looming clocks make distant towers,
Creeping through the midnight hours.
Years and years of time they show,
Growing weary, growing slow.
Abandoned sounds of seconds passing,
Against the floor are numbers crashing.
Silence for their lifetimes past,
Peacefully, they rest at last.

Phoenix Wings

With wings of fire and eyes of ice,

She stands alone in the charcoal night.

Her fingertips are burnt with flame,

And no one dares to speak her name.

Without a sound or whispered word,

She moves about the dark unheard.

Like blood upon a milky moon,

Sleeping in a white cocoon.

Mossy rocks beneath her mutter,

Petrified by words she utters.

Ashes like a silver snow,

Smothering the earth below.

Bending trees before her rage,

Trapped inside a golden cage.

Like a phoenix, fiery red,

Born again before you're dead.

Crimson tears fall from the sky,

As the stars begin to cry.

Shadows

One night I walked a shadowy path,
Along a lonesome road.
The trees were bent with weariness,
Plants were still as stone.
The ground lay silent in my wake,
Moonlight cold as bone.
Deep into the earth I sank,
In search of secret solitude.
Clouds of gray, like drifting ghosts,
Up and skyward bound.
With a lilting melody,
Only then could she be found.
Then from the heaven poured acid rain,
Upon a desolate land.
From the fields of wheat she rose,
A star clutched in her hand.
Then slowly, she looked down on me,
And there my dance began.