Casualty

A violet smoke manifests the room,

Arising from slumber as the dawn approaches.

The dreams are cloaked in haze

And extinguished as this smoke reproaches

 

All that lived the night before.

Reality awakens to hide away

The falsities of reverie, believed

To be true, never spoken beyond the light of day.

 

The fumes are fatal, as suffocating

As truth. The truth should never

Be a fight, but a casualty of happiness,

The proudest of any endeavour.

 

Wherever this fine art may be found,

The conjuring of dreams –

Let the truth be known to oneself;

The smoke is not as toxic as it seems.

The Broken Hourglass

Happiness - the only thing that can't hide in the dark.

Glass shattered on the floor,

The remains of our time.

Everything was clockwork,

All entirely sublime

Until right now, the end.

"Unexpected," you'd say.

"Have no regrets, be strong."

I hear your voice replay

Even if you're long gone.

And it hurts, but to see

The silent pain you feel

Inflicts much more on me.

It would be so selfish

To ask you to revert

Your choice. I care too much

To add to all your hurt.

One day it won't be raw

But for now I hurt, too.

I keep falling to tears -

Oh, to be friends with you...

But I accept your wish

And would not try to change

Your mind, our time. Guard the

Joy, so real, without range.

 

In my hands lay your strength

To go and find our fate

But now glass is shattered

And sand strewn. I so hate

That our time has ran thin,

Long-lost amongst the sands;

At least I can treasure

One last smile at your hands.