October 5th
There’s a wooden frame on my mantle
But that’s all I know. The face behind the glass
Came to me in a dream:
A swift breach in sleep ended with
Cold wax on my pillow,
A burned black wick on my window.
There’s a reason why ceilings are white and I see
Clouds in the sky and not your face.
The nature of it fluffs your smile and
Cracks me open. My wings chip off.
But I know why the stars are merely specks and
The sun seems so far.
There’s not a ghost in my home but a spirit
And it’s tearing me at the seams. You
Sparkle like Gold and rest by the fireplace,
A soft, unspoken boulder in the room--
But you need no momentum, and you
Crash into me when I come in the door.
Today the leaves are falling and
Cracking like your memory.
It’s your birthday and I
Blew out a candle for you.
I felt you whisper in my ear
Thank you. I still don’t know your wish,
But mine can never come true.
But that’s all I know. The face behind the glass
Came to me in a dream:
A swift breach in sleep ended with
Cold wax on my pillow,
A burned black wick on my window.
There’s a reason why ceilings are white and I see
Clouds in the sky and not your face.
The nature of it fluffs your smile and
Cracks me open. My wings chip off.
But I know why the stars are merely specks and
The sun seems so far.
There’s not a ghost in my home but a spirit
And it’s tearing me at the seams. You
Sparkle like Gold and rest by the fireplace,
A soft, unspoken boulder in the room--
But you need no momentum, and you
Crash into me when I come in the door.
Today the leaves are falling and
Cracking like your memory.
It’s your birthday and I
Blew out a candle for you.
I felt you whisper in my ear
Thank you. I still don’t know your wish,
But mine can never come true.