I stand, staring. Thinking of a kitchen in another house. Staring out a window with a different view.
Let the rain fall, drench your skin.
Sodden, you walk. Walk still.
Tomorrow will renew, a change of clouds,
a slice of sun. Wake yourself from this dream,
another chance, another day.
crushed leaves underfoot
dead wood within the forest
a crack echoes free
Silent night. Winter skies. In the darkness, the sparks shine. Blazing bright. Leaping wide. Black fading. Silence shattered. In the cold we watch you fall. A shower of starlight dancing. The world alight. On fire. We watch like statues, catch the star dust in our eyes.
in the crack of a branch I hear you,
in the fall of the leaves you are there,
a cold wind calling,
a kiss that slowly burns.
morning frost glimmers
a crisp, white canvas waiting
foot prints break the still
battered tree withered
a green flourish
fresh bud breaks through
We are chalk in the rain, colours running, objects changing. Another you and me. Unrecognisable.
formless clouds gather
change the sky for a moment
fade into nothing