A garden of remembrance (poem of mine)

A garden in the darkness,

And the night insects

Skulk in the grass,

The whitest meadow,

Moon drenched

Crystalline.

And I

Shadowed in the crevice,

I do not know this place.

Time brews

An empty ticking

Sensation

And the quiet spider

Trembles in its web

I feel

This tremor,

A cascade

Through my marrow

And beneath

An upwards surge.

Eyes go amiss.

Then again

Another darkness

Pours over me

I pray to feel it resting

I know when it recedes,

It only sleeps at my feet.

Streets and streets (poem of mine)

Streets and streets,
A long sun
Casts golden shadows.
Towns and towns,
Waves of insects,
Like wings on horses,
Wind,
Fire,
Fields like flaming torches.

Grass breaks like green water at my feet,
Blue eyes swim
Like pools of daylight.
Light stretches its long arms through window panes,
While flowers gleam as gilded orbs,
Fireflies,
On Neptune’s fork.

Promise rises
Like an Easter shroud.
Fields and fields
Of flaming torches,
Long shadows
On long roads.