By and beyond

Left
through the winding bend

Gone
away to that quiet place

The wind whistlesÂ by and beyond
piercing everyÂ fibre
of being

StruckÂ athwart
and rendered hollow

I wonderÂ what remains
for the morrow

DesolÃ©e

I screamed,
inside my head.

“I didn’t mean to,” escaped
stumbling shyly
through hinderedÂ lips

Despite
all actions to the
contrary.

Then again, so does life.
It never chooses the clear-cut path we envisionÂ for it… we forge on by strength of will or be caught in the tide.

~~~~~

Let me play the Fool for you
And be a convincing Fool at that.

May this smile on my lips
be enough
to tell you the story you want to hear,
and leave the truth unspoken.

Let my Want
play second only to your Need
to stay far, far away from your heart.

Oh, yes,
Let me play the Fool for you,
And let you be none the wiser.

~~~~~

I lost my morning to the sun
~shining effortlessly through my window~
kissing softly the dark away

I watched on with disinterest
as it then burned away the shadows
with purpose.

sizzle
hiss
pop!

Then, the time…
Another grain of sand lost.

Slipped away in the roar of children’s squabbles
turned to blissful silence punctuated only with the
interspersed click-clack of imagination.

Another world.
Better than my own.

I look, the morning gone.