October 21, 2009

winter dawn . . .

the coldness of an

empty bed

a jail

to haunt me, the

belly of

the dragon bathing me

in dark nightmares?

another storm?

the quiet we shared

for seconds

i'm tired

of magic sailing ships

traveling

through time in pirated

seas made in china

i wept

feeling the collapse

of your wings

i'm sorry

for loving you

at a time

when carelessness

could have killed you

to fragile

the dancer wearing

autumn

what is and

isn't it grand you called

us to say

we shouldn't be

on the road tonight?

an arched back . . .

and not from sowing

rice in mirrors

guilt? checkmate?

anger seething

inside of

a labyrinth i built

and lost the map to

where else

can we meet when dreams

are not enough?

i hope you

don't blame me for

the hope we

shared when castles

erased our minds

dance inside

your tears tonight,

plucking stars

i wish i

could pull you out of

a top hat

and make the rest

of the world disappear

those words fired

at you this morning . . .

blue thistles

spider, set

me free from the web . . .

or am i

you, wearing a bathrobe

weaving me own surmise?

robert d. wilson

©2009