She lives in a world of yesterday
of boxes and bags that have faded
into the edges of time gone by.

Isolated

Indeed it is lonely
in my deception
Living in lies
that win no reception

I heard you call
But could not answer
I was hiding inside
Defined by my cancer

You came to the door
But I stayed upstairs
Afraid you would see
I go through life scared

I locked all the doors,
Turned out the lights,
And said a silent prayer
To my demons of the night

Leave me not alone,
Lord,
Leave me not empty

Leave me not alone,
Lord,
Leave me not...

Deconstruct

Slowly, recklessly
Beckoning to all
The flake of white sits,
On blue tack to glass wall


It brings not memories warm
Of sticky, summer days
Or the birth of new life
Springing forth flowered vase


Donating no noise
To winds whipping outside
It calls forth the bells
That recreates its pride


Never late with reasoned life
From its perch too soon will fall
The flake of white sits
On blue tack to glass wall

Syne

Here I sit,
alone
     -and wasting time-
in the lies
of my own
          silence

When you stand,
deaf
     -and unaware-
in the lies
of your own
          compliance

Look to your left -
whispers of auld lang
haunt the breath

...ever nearing
...ever present
...unforgotten
in the solar
morrow

Look to your right -
paths wind ceaseless
long ahead

...to the uncertain
...to the sacred
...ever forward
of the lunar
sorrow