Golden Shadows Sleep

The more I bite the deeper becomes the trap.

Buried beneath the dust that pours.

The ghosts that haunt laugh and bind.

Daylight opens one eye as watering words sprinkle in shedding limbs of cleaner breaks

Floor boards concave underneath the embalmed cool as the rooms float on.

The elevated tombs that require little to no sacrifice each move intended to keep the soul locked away.

Weighted words, heavy tides of time where the laughter that sings on the fringe of our dreams.

Ruins of where we once were found.

Hands raised there is no fight left to fight.

Porch lights still beat the day time skies wondering where the boats that dream of hills spend their time dressed in pastel highlights.

In the moments poison gumdrops of wisdom rain as the backbones straighten through the floor.

Faces lit in golden shadows where dreams baste the buns of gourmet arrivals to the places where we dream to never fear the most.

Talks of endless reigns that shower on in the fabric of meta permeation as the broken homes disguised as the only way to die and let die sinks into the cool nights where the skeleton children breed with the thoughts of impending dread, smiles only flicker for a second as the salute of the dead fades the dirge they sing ring out moths clean up in smaller pockets of silence.

Ships sink in the night as the sole survivors bloom on

Dreams that bleed gold ignite as the hope fills 

Worn down by joy

The sails full against the sky.

We have new ways to try.