Leaf

quiver inside the breeze
with sweat on your brow
and the ashes of midnight
strewn inside your mind

time passes and the decay
remains

speak to the seasons
speak to the brutality
of truth

these nights shred you
and
every dream is a shadow
that simplistic memory washes
to the caverns of altruism

re-invention is the hand grenade
of your ego

and

as the streets
begin to freeze the definition
of your mistakes will seem as
soft Little blessings brought
forth to be little kisses of
sympathy

lock your door and turn out the
light