Life is in me

Life is in me

And you.

Beat it out

Feather me flat

Loose leafed gold

Blown on a sorry wind

The clatter of battened windows

Against weathered wood

The rain, a constant stream

An incantation

Up to no good

Spirits fly

Wild and free

Everything hidden

Is misremembered

Tarnished by ignorance

Wisdom, far less plentiful

Than broken promises

As rare as the end

Of a rainbow.

Sad boughs break

With the weight

Of goodbye.

Nothing breathes

From the moment of surrender

When truth blunders

Into being

And is swallowed,

Worlds end

In the aftermath.