Are you out there

Are you out there

Waiting in suspension

Of my disbelief

Is there a time and place

Where moments overlap

An intersection

A convergence of sorts

Where we can meet

I would step

Into the mystery

Where shadows play

In dark corners

Tearing at the edges

Until the pages turn

Flipping over

As words bleed

Through cracks

On the pavement

Running down

Into the gutter

Washed away in the fallout

Of a restless spirit

If I thought

You were out there

Waiting for me

Under the gathering stars

There would be no games

To play

Everything under the sun

Would burn

There are flames

Dancing in moonlight

Connecting

To the Celestial

Burning a hole

In my heart

With the beauty

Of its display

Intersecting

And dissecting me

What will it take

To pick up the pieces

So they can be returned

To a place

Where they belong.

I have aged in years

Recently matured

Brought low in adversity

My struggle was always

Disbelief

There was enough of me

To doubt

If I would withstand

The trials of becoming

A real person

Whatever the truth of that

Particular statement means

It is incidental

To an awareness

Of the disservice

An adolescent ego serves

If given free rein

As it skips from one

Tableau to the next

Barely drawing breath

To understand the nature

Of a real life’s undertaking

Smelling a Rose

Was always tricky

The curse of a thorn

Never enough

To dissuade

The attempt

Rueing the outcome

Of blood spilled

Always a moment

Too late

Never a hero

Nor a villain be

But ignorance of impact

Is no excuse

When the pain of progress

Lays waste

To the innocent

However long it takes

Wisdom after the fact

Will only count

If I reach the end

Of the road

Before the long riders

Come to carry me home

Do you try too hard

Not enough

Maybe it is other people

Who influence our assessment

We are but a reflection

In another’s eyes

Turn and turn about

There are no shortcuts

To the beginning

From whence we came

The end can be anywhere

Is it a worry for you

Anxiety an obsession

To foreshorten time

There are other hobbies

To redirect a troubled mind

Salve the conscience

Of an old soul

Saving good intentions

For the countback

When will you know

Balance is restored

Probability

Is not enough

No more than a sky hook

In a Dhalian landscape

Perhaps this is as close

As we'll ever be

To reality

When the timepiece melts

The tick-tock stops

Out of the sky

A flutter of tail feathers

A last song

Sighing

Unbreak me

Blood smeared pane

Never saw it coming

The reflection is me

Bearing no resemblance

To Icarus

Waxen features

Will not melt

Though they surely will

Decompose

At a funerial pace

Pity my body

Piece it back together

Unfly me

Rectify faulty guidance

Unify splinters

Educate blindspots

Elucidate the difference

Between clean air

Free from obstruction

And an impenetrably

Sound barrier

Equally

Invisible to the

Frequent flier

As well as to the

Innocent abroad

Mind the glass

It is a window

On the world

And it is closed