Twilight Hours I sit behind the closed door Of my screened in porch. I look through tinted windows With one eye. I only see but inside out And far between. The corners of the empty Twilight hours. The whippoorwills sing songs Of darkened skies. The nuts fall on my roof…
Mama A child wept. Her eyes wet With fallen rain of sorrow. Fill my heart With your warmth, Not my eyes With empty tears, She echoed. As she buried her head In the naked cave Carved by her arms. So cold she was In the night circle. Why can’t you…
In the Corners of my Own Reflection Trapped. In the corners Of my own reflection. In the mirror’s mystic image. Faces lost and gone. Places never seen. In the stone that’s left unturned, Waiting… For its other side To see the sun. The missed and lost memories Linger on and…
And The Lantern Shines Bright I crawl through the opening That brings me into That little house of mine In the woods. I find a match That finds a candle That starts to flicker. Then the lantern shines bright, And my world lights up. I reach in my bookshelf For…
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