River's Edge A mote of finest cosmic dust Shimmering in the starlight glow Trembling on the edge of a ripple Thrust along the rivers flow Languishing in dark repose I feel the air begin to quiver A breath and then at last the fall The subtle touch and final tittle Warm exhalations caught on strings Of webs we'd weave to catch our dreams Hungry for the the thunder's voice To set loose the path of lightning's choice And see in raindrop, see in sky A mighty bow that tints the ey

Self-control asleep at the wheel Buried in the kind of task That carries only a sick appeal Back to sleep At arms length Never withheld Anxiety, the lash or the leash Another mouth to feed The sullen sun a soured star Growing to consume It has to be there Dirt under these nails Peel it all away Layer by layer of fear Far from the belonging sought Yet this isolation is a wish Hoping that you'll fall apart Completion a curse run from More selfish pursuits Burying the lead to be

It can sometimes feel like the fire is going out. Run down. Lost. The world has no passion or color left in it. It's all been worn down...