Amber Comes, Amethyst Goes

Dark mountains dressed for a funeral
They found solace in being embraced by snow
Two quiet spectators watching nightfall
The moon outshines her reflection below

There's always something meaningful
In the warm touch of a man so cold.


Open windows let the rain in
Closed curtains soak up their fall
Lovers tightly clinging in silence
They dread the sun's morning call

There's always something meaningful
In old secrets left untold.

-wk 3

Revision #1: Blue Slate

New day dawned and nostalgia awoke

Rain harmonized with the heaviness of my heart

The grass, wicked like its visitors, concealed the mud I walked on

Her lie betrayed by every squish

The swings ahead were as rusty as my memory

But the scent of steel fondly grasped my hands

I no longer cared that the seat was wet

No longer felt my body’s existence

Moving like a pendulum

My life replayed like a damaged film

It disturbed the audience with unanswered questions, with all of its missing scenes

Realization nurtured desperation:

The beginning of the reel could never be found

Nor would its end be discovered

That morning,

Washed ashore at an unfamiliar playground,

A stray explorer greeted the dreary sun.