Dead Ends End

Fire flies flicker on the grandfather clocks face the rest of your days ticking on steam. 

Balconies rise and fall in the summer that simmers in between.

Shades of trees dance in the breath that surrounds like emerald sundress in endless streams.

How did this darkness ever find me? As the wind lifts into the ether whispering godspeed.

Careful is the point of contact as the boy dreams from a bus in the mountains the real work coming in waves.

Ports breath salty as we disperse into the drink that has been drunken for us, and the rest is a fleeting dream. 

The sun drifts in circles, and the time we are given follows into the breeze that embalms the darkness in the foot holding lairs. Like snakes the light breaks, beheading at the stake as we ravel up cobwebs that lead the graves we dug too soon. The shallow hearts that follow, and the broken bones that ring clearly up at 2 am out of tune. 

Hovering the toothless adders that vomit from the mouths of former lovers, and distant relative callers simmer, and cook like glue, as the ovens crisp louder, and their objectives singe and smoke into the afternoon. 

Grace lit fires come from on high as the houses we buried ourselves crumbles, and the smoke spills into the noon, as the fiends we were sprinkles into snow that hovers and dissipates as the coast is clear. 

The outstretched hand pierced, and golden penetrated the smoke smears away the day.

His time is now, and he awaits us now as we uproot into endless day.