
i’m not sure why i’m here

i’m not sure why i’m here

things begin to wither,
life begins to fade.
temporary colours
no longer on parade.
thus rests the dragonfly,
from it’s skittish flight.
time to settle in
for the long and lonely night.
I await the comfort
of your tender hand,
to get me through this time
that I don’t understand.
my soul feels the shadow
of dark days just ahead.
I await the comfort
of your body in my bed.
lie with me
that I
may know brighter days,
if only in your embrace.

the fallen

clouds floating
languidly by
lacking urgency for
they owned the sky
yet a sense of dread
was in the air
leaves would rustle
as if in fear
then slowly
start to
fall