allowing me the freedom
to see but not be seen.
This impressionistic window
is all that you have ever been.
and stains disdain into refrains that sing
like stings before they’ve stung
~ Remains ~
that every day I’m living is a far cry from sincere,
and existence is a lie to which I can’t but help adhere.
~ Coming to ~
for nobody here can hear
nor see you ‘neath their many furs
and shoes not made for Winter
~ Unprepared ~
but heed the open wound and the beating heart;
there will be blood, my dear, there will be blood.
Come blossom dance, help me forget,
with Spring in every step.
~ Remedy ~
Shadows pass, as lovers will,
‘tis but the sun that’s loyal still.
~ English Summer ~