Friend,
You coax me onto high beams
Over a bridge that ends in mist
Can you not see
The shaking of my feet?
I climb and fall
Catch myself on elbows and toes
Now, I can no longer
Even move.
Friend,
Do not be the hand
That pushes me
Off the edge.
Tag: friend
Where Dreams Go
On a bed of red poppies
We dreamed higher than the stars
And the wind that stirred the grass
Blew the sails of thoughts and hopes
Beyond the veil of blue to
An infinitely inviting space
Cages
Waiting for hours
The prisoner of fears paces
Squeezed between walls and plastered posters
Meant to threaten and negate
All the beauty of the world drained into slogans
Monochrome beasts, fanged and sharpened
Any visitor speaks softly like a ghost
A trick of wind
The inmate cannot hear who entreats him
And the friend cannot see his walls
RED GLADIOLA 