Wind Song

Hanging from a heartless hook you remain suspended,

Your structured tube and strings attaching leave you.

Lost in an atmosphere of windless room with hidden song,

Songs never to be breathed or whispered disappear.

If ere a whiff of paradise does come your sleepy way,

Awaken in a dance of life to supplement the day!

Death of a Flower

A train of lonely people gathered within a dreamer’s eye,

Forgotten memories and dried seasons silently race by.

Crusted waves caress his face, while running down his cheek,

Unseen trails of tomorrow, the blind man’s cane will seek.

Lonely lines of untouched flesh await nervously to be restored,

While another night of only dark this mind can not afford.

Empty hands and empty hearts can force a rose to die,

The lonely people met and laughed, the dreamer failed to cry.

No Name

Patterned wings did dance,

As butterflies…