restless wings.

to and fro
energy flowing
let it go
the night is waning

the stars are young
and fighting the dawn
time for sleep
has come and gone

little bird, wake from your dream
the nest rustles from your siblings sleep
rise up and stretch your wings
the day is just beginning-

and it will be lovely.

-for my little bird.

Fabricated.

Lies and truth, weaving out in a paradox of color. 
A life being fabricated. 
Pieces of apathy and love sewn together
Into a harmonious flowing texture of thought and being.

Cafune.

Giver of the light

take my hand
lead me into
your tender dreamland
cradle my head
let me surrender
whisper sweet nothings
my candid pretender
gaze upon the fire
enkindled in my eyes
feel the feverish desire
wanton rapture in disguise

singular pleading movements

swift carnal motion

gasping heartbeats drowning

in a cognizant ocean

wake me from depths

of catatonic slumber

sing soothing praise

my gentle abductor

entrust me your heart

relinquish all fear

my soul is your home

and my home is you, dear.

isolation.

timeless nights unpacified
restless days unsanctified
erratic thoughts, turmoiling mind
frozen wasteland of frantic time

frosted fingers flailing
quiet courage quailing
crystal shell, empty void
countless moments lie destroyed

self-reflection gazing
clouded eyes appraising
broken glass, shredded skin,
dying starts from within.