sleep lies under these eyes
silken lies woven into lullabies
sung softly through the wind
the trees
sway softly
under her touch
she sheds her skin
under the fluorescent, dull grey sky
a wry,dry smile wraps in her white blanket
with a cold soft sensual breeze
a fresh reveal of pink
and she shows me more
and she knows me more
broken fractured touches
is all we are given
im watching it come down
blowing acros the road
across the coals
and its cold
im watching it come down
across the prairie sky
street lamp shine
little diamonds in your eyes
every time you smile
and im watching it snow
i wonder if our dreams
come and go
i wonder if they become
like the prairie snow.
it moves
waves
seduces the dry earth
caresses dirt breasts that heave
sigh
and roll into the sky
red diesel scar
cuts
drains her of gathered tears
from the harsh winter
another winter
she survived
waiting for the spring
waiting to be remembered
waiting for her potential.
we are her dust
and God breathed
autumn is just another word for fall
it comes
it goes
and then it is not at all
its a nice word
hiding it’s true meaning
behind glamorous colors of fall
autumn is just another word for fall
behind winters cold embrace
its a nice word
fall
The Borg Poet 