Dark Poem ~ Nights of Autumn and Early June

Look away,
from patronizing day

Wait for pain,
hoping to find remains.

Holding passion’s dream.
Reliving night’s caresses.

Waking before dawn,
standing in dewlight.

Looking for solace and comfort in dusk.
Because, days are broken.
Nights are scattered, shattered,
memories worn, torn, and tattered.

Hold on to the breath.
Gentle sway, rock & roll wind.

Night or Day?

Night eyes supple wrap.
No longer in human skin dressed.

Smile and look to the blood moon,
think of Autumn and early June.

Where days were long and I was alive.
Meandering in this dank dark dive.

Forgiven memories of when I died…