Midnights When I Talk To You

Gardens of hardwood flooring

lit up by a fireplace in my imagination

littered, littered so dramatically

with strewn roses, bushes and all

...

such reds and greens

all brutally muddled up

and mixed and all as one

after all.

and i

and you

a million miles away.

On through this garden

we waltz dressed in the black and yellow

and clear quartz that our dreams present to us.

we glide on through the thorns and bleed

an imaginary blood of the ages:

a something we return to when were alone

and claim was nothing all along

a lone alone all along.

hello, hello

its midnight again

how have you been?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. I like the internal thoughts and visions create by the good description. I liked the question at the end.Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote