Side Door

i crawl through the attic
and
torment the thoughts
of some divine
peace

my heart races
my eyes sharp

i will bring
the fight to
you
knowing

all to well

the consequence
should i not do
precisely that

a million
little
nightmares
couldn't be
wrong

i am
wide
awake
and
thinking
of going
for a
ride

ghosts
don't
drive
cars

Learning more and more about less and less

Sing For The Sunday Morning.....

i thought i caught you
in the room
the other night

your hair twisting
long
and
uneven
locks
around the door handle

i chased you
for miles
through
these
dreams

calling your name
and
loving you
more
and
more
with every little labored
breath

we held hands
and
watched the
cool autumn
water
wash up along the
coastline

and
then
we
ever so gently

vanished

into a life
worth living