In The Trees

A walk just before sunset
fiery clouds of orange turn to waves
seemingly to crash me against the still hot pavement
from the mean day's heat wave.

She rotates in my mind and won't stop her orbit.

She comes crashing through my forest
flexing old muscles and flipping over trees.

I'm pulling memories the size of planets around with me.

She plays on my heart strings like a master, but will not spill her secrets.

Crickets of twilight begin to sing, kids on bikes crashing in the park.
Cars drive by without a care.

A loaded gun filled with despair keeps firing at my head for a year straight with no relent,
keeps reloading itself from cruel magic.

A street light flickers on and off like my loss, a fleet of ships in my heart engaged in ultimate, severe battle-
enraged and smoking, most sink down never to return.

Not even sprinklers can bring my grass back to life.

Amber horizons melt me away. I put you in my hall of fame to watch you shine all night.

Her hardy gale pours out in a flurry of leaves shooting from pissy alleyways in a wide array of tree spray
from Nature's best known artist.

I'm hauling sunset in to my eyes, my heart strings playing crafted perfection-
green eyes floating up and down haunted stairwells.

Nothing will kill my love for you not even your hatred for me.

Darker and darker the sky, a Luke warm wind gracefully playing like innocent kids I cannot see in the trees.

All my simple desires lost like pages of my dreams blown away.

All my love rejected, her hardy gale takes away the wide array of color from every tree I planted,
and shoots me out of pissy alleyways to the cruel regret of pitch black night.