Sun finds openings in a canopy of oak and palms. A green soup condemns the light to time primitive. Regal and white, bright, as if it's lone purpose is to fight back the darkness. Dressed up in its finest the Egret moves center stage from a shadow world. I blend into a moment, a chance collection of passing's, time adrift in an eternity.
I know, I know, you think I'm crazy There is this white, you think I'm lazy Living room ..... an empty space You have to put something in that place You try so hard, with all your might White spaces just don't seem right It's acne, a pimple a blight somehow Going crazy over nothing, having a cow I panic, perspire, clinching my heart To the point that it's realized I can't see the art.
Today I find myself afloat In a starry Styrofoam boat Surrounded by a sliver mist On mirrored waters oh so still Not a ripple, not a sound Except an occasion bubble Memories rising to break the surface Only to be quickly quelled And swallowed by the greyish realm To disturb the numbness that I feel No pain, no sadness, no anything A perfect bliss without a care Not to know where my soul ends and to where my skin begins I sit inside this light grey womb Comforted that its to soon To rise and face the good and bad Of the 16 years that we once had 16 years that's gone away 16 years that ends today No sadness as I held your head As you slipped away from me And my hand that felt your last heart beat No tears as you melted on the floor As I stood and walked out the door Into this numbness was set adrift Aimlessly within my ship On an ocean void of waves captured in this brittle haze My mind numb in this silent fog I tell myself it was just a dog.