The Fall

Changing hues on dead branches,
Color me the leaves of the trees
As I paint the orange horizon.
These are changes he never sees.

The Sun has abandoned me
He pines too much for the Moon.
Now, I only have the memories
of the heat we felt in June.

Without the Sun, I'm failing.
The branches loosen their hold.
I'm carried on the autumn wind
in the brightest shade of gold.

The fall is a sickening spiral.
It's freedom, so why does it hurt?
I land among the other leaves
and together we form the dirt.

I'm whole with something once again.
We're death of love below.
I lay in our freezing sarcophagus
of heartache, ice and snow.

A Place in Your Heart

I've tried to work this out.
How you could love her,
When I'm right here
Waiting,
Loving with each breath.
She is who you chose,
The tie-breaker,
The heartbreaker.
I'm stuck with a red ribbon
But your favorite color is blue.
Where is she now?
Moved on to the next race,
Just another competition along the way.
I'm right here,
But where does this leave me?
I won't stay just because I'm here with you,
When she's not.
I was never meant for the gold in this event,
And I guess love just wasn't my sport.

Encore

Click, clop, click
Echo the shoes across the black wood floor...

Empty rows
Staggered, faded burgundy seats in open air...

Darkened stage
Between heavy, red curtain and curtain hang...

Dry atmosphere
Inhaled now as was with lights and costume...

Words linger
And reverberate between the walls and sky...

Light shines
Through the memory to make it real again...

The Physicist

He feels its weight upon him
Pulling stronger with passing day
Watching the red sphere meet horizon
As the sand is sifted away

The closer he gets to the gateway
The farther he gets from himself
Forgetting those things he memorized
From those faded texts on the shelf

The clear cut equations and order
Have fallen in the cracks of his mind
He never had time to look for
The things he'd been hoping to find

Physics is failing for him
Fading like his fallen fame
Slipping deeper into darkness
While fanning the dying flame

Now the apple is falling upwards
The planets crash into the sun
No tear sheds the cold mother
Nor comfort for her nameless son.

Pine Road

She sits where the street turns
On the grass by Pine Road.
She watches as the cars pass,
Counting
And hugging her knees to her chest.

Spring is dawning,
But Winter's bite still lingers
As nature blooms around her corner.
Changing
And growing when the weather permits

She waits for it to reach to her
From beyond this street
She is not allowed to cross.
Come
And pull up her driveway on Pine Road.

Invocation

If not this, then what?
If not now, then when?
If not you, then who?

A Blank Slate

What horrible things have my ancestors done?
I do not know for sure.
I am not sure I want to know at all.
It was not me,
But that blood runs through me
That same blood that flows through all
the children of the cradle of life;
Diluted by pigment.
White.
Is it absence or all of color?
Empty or clean?
Black.
Perfect or Dirty?
No word satisfies.
Humanity and I need a blank slate.
White or Black?