All Apologies

Prison of doors

Like vice grips

Eternal

Where the sun

Once ample and giving

Now magnifies all means of strain

 

Casual as murky

A walk through park made intolerable

A path leading into the parlor where I lay watching

Silenced by fear

My last in thrashing run away from me

 

The rose that grew from heritage and memory

In center sand absorbed

 

The mill that turned of laughter

A distant wind

A barren limb

 

The eyes will soon show this too

I fear

And as the shadow climbs steady

Ascending my staircase

I stand marked by the sun

 

Vincent

Hearing me in the field as I scream

As I cry

 

The yellow wind angles in his eye so delicately

He reaches

Wipes the salt from his brow and decides

The end is but the first kiss

 

The angel of opportunity

To start again

To be just as eternal

On the brush of morph.