Crossing Over

As moments enliven,

You cross over to

My depths.

 

Folded in sacramental

Mystery,

Judged not by racing

Clocks blowing off steam…

 

Your vision ropes my

Starless advance,

Woods shaded,

Fallen spark.

 

Intrepid wisdom

Of paths

Intercepted,

Traces beamed

To completeness.

A storm you

Must wander along,

Taken to an

Icy page coursing

Its own poetic tour…

 

Hurt- Rebel Rose Anthology

Hurt in

A Sunday melting to

Monday gloom.

 

Your absent

Face,

Imprinted to

Incarnate visions

Stained upon the

Universe’s glowing

Pulses.

 

Dreaded

Leaving,

A grieving itch along the

Neck,

Record pricks to

Shifting sentiments.

 

Romantics on a

Freeze,

Mummified

Follicles

Bred

Along

A song’s cessation.

 

Naked notes

Uttered,

Too late in the

Lover’s entry,

Fires cooled

Within a music

Taken to,

Shadow sweeps

Along quiet beds

Going toward solemn cracks,

Wizened to the darkness

Losing its visage once again…