Moods

Open the door in the dark.....

And in a terrible sigh
The plants they wither and die
Without a heart made of rocks
You wander endlessly lost

Light in a box
Window of frost

Exhaust.....

Fires burn faster in wide open places --
Sing for the bellowing
Cry of the dazed
Hypnotic murmuring making complacent
Hours and eons
Hint at the faintest
Sight of forever encapsulated
In laces

And fade.....

So went the turn of the times
Long gone and drifting through life
All that you know is a fly
On a wall ready to die

So you cry...

And the door closed for an age.