Goodbye

I watched across a drafting table,
as magic and inspiration whisked
her into a world of colour and music.
She flies tomorrow, she will be missed.

Beautiful dreamer

Manacle braids

I look in the mirror and I see youth.
The tenderness
Of innocence,
Fatal lack of
Experience.
The mirror rare
Shows such truth.
I look in the mirror and I see youth.

I look in the mirror and I see age.
The weariness
Of decades.
Lines drawn from
Manacle braids.
Did I grow old
Sitting in a cage?
I look in the mirror and I see age.

fatigue

i’m tired of making mistakes in life
i’m tired of plunging deeper down
into the dark in search of light
i’m tired... my knees to ground