I felt the breath dissipate
Trapped by the rising awareness
Clawing free from its cage
The suspect freedom met
With distilled reflection

Breathe
Darkened eyes
Alighted spine
Hear
The single drop
Held by time

Letting the sun drip rays
Over and dress me in gold
Infused with reflected stars
Constellations forming
From once hidden pathways
Now aligned
To share with mine

Time, just give it time they said
Let the thoughts drop in and
Watch the pain ripple out
Until the rebounding wave
Washes over you with joy instead

Rebirth, echoes forth inside my head
Gasping for breath
In a tussle of sheets
From a moonlit ending
Which was suppos'd to be
An escape from dread

I walked the parapet
Of hushed discord
Watching the birds
Chisel the masonry
With beaks of blood
Sowing new scars
As they carried off shards
To encase something
Better off left for dead

Wings drift through misty froth
Fading off into the Janus sun
Half with
The radiant one
The rest
The wounded star

Even as the fall lays out
Seeping its change into
Closing ground, I feel the
Roots spelunking south
Filtering hope through
Chambers devoid of sound

The quiet spark belayed
By a drought of heart
Nestles the jagged spines
Splintered from the source
To somehow stagger time

As I dip my hands
Into barren streams
Refreshing myself with
Empty promises and
Severed words
I find the oxygen
Deftly deposited amidst
Untempered corridors
Encircling my origin

The trees sing the song of the coming change
Enchanting the corridor of the space between
Where stagnant smoke fills empty frames
Archaic tableaus of exiled Queens and Kings

The metamorphosed mind 
Seeks the truth disguised
Whilst it wanders blind
With lidless eyes
Duty bound to time
Until the mistress
Of the night
Grants freedom
From this plight

Cruelly crafted by the witch of time
To despise the rich lifeline laid before,
Embracing the desiccated switch
Letting character confines bleed through
The borders hoisted as grim golems,
Marked warnings to those devout towards
Deviating away in abstract aversion,
Proclaiming that single path forward
Leads solely to death
When abiding to follow the fountain
Shines the light on the elusive lie;
Two roads did not diverge they coalesced
Out of distinct lives
But only one
Could survive

It pierces through the
Well constructed mien, past
Effigies of barren bravery
Plunging in terror screech
To demur the layered lattice
Occluding the dyspeptic well,
Bereft to foreign hands
Cupping the boiled breath
To dwindle these twin
Vivid ocean pools to
Reflect a disinherit gray

A child once wrote a story
Carefully crafting a hero
Capable of destroying the Monsters
Hidden underneath her bed

As she grew, the savage Horrors
Grew more clever in their constructs
Dispersing from the shadows, to the
Forms she encountered through her life

Emboldened and unafraid her champion
Adapted in kind to parry each new
Visaged visitation, through the novelty
Radiating from her inner regality

Until the day her heart blossomed
Letting the Leviathan gain access
Through the guise of love, and
Shatter her imagination into the
Mist that manipulates her mind

I feel time more acutely now
This weight pulling me towards
A defined execution, gathering
Strength with every step forward
Condensing infinity down to an
Immutable determination, no
Matter the horizon I steer my
Eyes towards, anchoring my thoughts
Down to demurred directions of
This chosen course—And yet, O yet
There is freedom found in every
Exhalation to exalt the
Memories thus enjoyed and edify
The uncharted path still waiting
To hold the hollow footsteps of
All that was lived, a flash of
Lighting imprinted on the
Shores of time to never by washed
Away with entropy's waves

It's through her silent observation
That charts each change in intonation
Tracking all inner deliberation
For isolated resuscitation
I find the latent consternation

To all the dreams I could confide
Prophesying a destiny denied
To allot a place my heart can reside
Refusing any outlet I could find
When it was only to myself I lied

I closed my eyes but the
Darkness would not take me
Languishing in empty linens
All dreams dithered by
What arose in my heart

The poet philosophers
Ran through my head
Their disjointed acumen
Failing to assuage
Or provide clarity
To my lack herein

Never ready to let go
Of that which already
Has drifted off to sea

The clock burns
A slow processional
Tick forward to
Mark the end of
Self incited riot

That moment
That was merely a second
That became an epoch

A silence of more
Than just one heart
A dampened darkness
Submerging in the blackness
I prayed for all my life
Only to come back with
The arrival of a scream