Your Return

Unbearable reason
for your return
only to leave me
angry and burned.

Dreaming

Dreaming;
leaving
reality
delusion,
forcing
sanity,
undying
believing.

She Sleeps

She sleeps
in the night
soundly, silently,
awaiting for a
moment in sleep
that dreams
become dreams,
to float away
in the wind
where she caresses
on her skin
the flowers of her bed,
where she lies
to never wake
until she is dead.

Flower, Flower

Flower, flower
upon the cheek
give me the answers
that I seek
in dreams
In wake
as I fumble
in the night
for sense to make.

Sweet Dreams

Sweet dreams
are falling
into place,
falling from
a source unknown
only to drown
in my ignorance
as I frantically
wake to consciousness.