Spaces

A Poem by Aramey

Spaces, between my ribs as I breath,
I wince at the anxieties,
my restless soul is filled with stars,
dying, spinning, twinkling at all hours.
Echoes haunt my mind,
as flowers wither and bloom in time,
how central the thoughts that arise,
then twirling in new directions, the depths that I hide.
A slow release of rooted and uncertain paths
I exhale as the garrison is called in mass,
prayers that only touch the tip of my tongue
silent but ever-present, resounding, and unsung.
The moon sheds her light on my shadows,
as passions hangs in wooden gallows,
the blood of a rose rains over my bed,
waters that surge until over my head.
Crystals that wait to capture the sun,
hang from the window, wishes undone,
a cold floor on my frozen toes,
where the roots simply refuse to grow.
My hearts drops each time the winter comes,
ice not limited to seasons, no warnings or sounding drums.
Wandering, watching... time itself moves back and forth,
a pendulum swinging, as rouge thoughts mourn,
hoping the summer returns as home
I need somewhere safe, to rest my soul.