The Loss of Branwyn The Loss of BranwynYour passing was announcedin sobs of denial not in thethe whisper of a final breath.The world did not come to an endnor did it race forward at breakneck speed.It simply lay there, frozen,like me, not knowing what to do.Words did not comfortbut neither did silence.Nothing could breach the numbnessnor could anything touch the pain.No, losing you my friendwas not what I expected it would be...It still isn't.We had to say goodbye to Winnie on Thursday. She was a good kitty, I loved her and I'll miss her very much .
Time's Grave Daughter Perhaps you caught her gazing at her image in a mirroror content to gaze late on the bridge in the unplumbed reflective lakePerhaps it was in moonlight or starlightLaughter calling across dark watersPerhaps you've brushed by her in the smoke of a seedy barWhere the glow from her cigarette was so bright You blinkedMaybe you've never seen her at allJust memory or expectation making you think she is realThat grave daughter of time tossing her hairMore shadow than substance She has never really been here She can never go away.
Winter Moon Sleep is shifting away.In my room cold flakes drift downFrom an impossibly white ceiling,Dissolve and run down my cheeks.It’s snowing here.I become an ice maidenUnder my dark cave of blankets. There’s someplace else I need to be.I step among the falling flakes of snowBetween the falling and the fallen.Through the windowThere’s a city softly sleepingIt’s unfamiliar to me.Below in the street are people,They howl at the moon.What shook them from dreams?I watch shadows hide in the trees,See myself reflected fragmented in frost.It’s unfamiliar to me.Tomorrow an eye might meltThose bo
The Silence of Cats The Silence of CatsI remember the cats went silentScattered dead leavesDeserted alleywaysHowling winds of homeless words.I remember the face of NarcissusReflected in a pool of greasy yellowLeft by a stray dog the color of spilled tears And forgotten purpose.I remember a moment so greatIt burst into choked convulsions.Beaded into a red stained biographyOf empty cans and hungry throats.I remember floating convictionsReflected forever in a world with no mirrorsAnd the silence of cats.
Revelation They constitute the universeBut are they there at all?They are on your mindYet your mind is a thingSomething to keep in mindEven thoughYou’ll be keeping nothingThey are comprised of nothingGo inside them and you’ll seeOnly emptiness and voidAnd realize their truthThis truth is their denialThey cannot beYet they areThey’re made by the starsPowerful lightsThat shine on allBut what do they illuminateNothing but thingsAnd these things aren’t thereSo what do you really seeYou see nothingYou are blindTo all but the truthAnd the truthItself is a thingBut something beyondEven t
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