dust settled where you once spoke
resting imprints of words
pressed against the past
close the future as it would be
new day coming
shake dust off my feet
Author Archives: allprosenocons
cold day
whipped by wind
my plans are blown away
why would I leave this house anyway?
staring out my window
like many other times
I’ve sat in my chair
staring out the window
condensation around the glass edges
displays the cold outside
but I like it here
deep in thought
about the chair and window
and paper and pen
what a wonderful passing of time
winter
hands kept in pockets
winter breath stays close to me
the city is cold
old town blues
dream dark night
walk ancient city street
flicker lamp high
corner illuminate
jazz sound punctuate
my old town blues
Ocean Breaking Morn
Ship wakes into majestic dawn
Golden rays dance across whitecaps
Breathe the salt air with black coffee
Take the helm and steer
Guide through rising swell
Cold wind stinging eyes
I will embrace the new day
I am here to sail
Ruination
Destruction of the world
Created by my hand
I see and destroy with ease
Then mourn that which I have brought ruin
I sit in contempt of my process
Ruination forged by my fingers
I will steer a ship to the rocks
Then cry as it breaks apart
Vapour
Rain arrived sudden
Vapour trapped on windows
Winter coat with me
Trees
I walk through trees
You can cut them down
I still won’t see
What’s good for me
You all
The people around me
My chosen company
You do not know how much I love you
And I do, dearly
For all of you I thank God
My friends
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