Nevermind

I just got it wrong again.
Ignore it and go on.
The world will not change
so drastically
because of one foolish
girl's dream.


I don't even qualify
as a passing fancy.
None would give me that glance.


I am just the wallflower,
forgetable in the end,
the one no one notices
til she's gone.

if then.


I will go back to my cave
dig deep in the time
of hibernation
and pray that dreams are
enough to sustain
when all else is denied me.


And if they aren't,
well,
who the hell would notice
the difference anyway?


What a pity
won't even cross your mind
I will just be that face
that stopped showing up.
Guess she found something
new.


An understatement
but you will never
understand
nor do I think
you'll care.

pity.
because I do.
about you that is.

dark

the paint splashes across the canvas
the words form in the running hues
I try to catch an image
and it is elusive

A swirl of leaves thrown aloft
by the devil's windy twin
slip & slide amid the sleeping trees
kiss my face with death's familiar scent

a long boulevarde, once tamed
by the hands of man
claimed back not to the Cycles
wildness whispers in my ears

Reaching creeping touchy fingers
limbs & leaves & too much familiar
places its mark on the passing year
kicks up clouds of what has gone before