Now And Then

Honey tongue and hungry eyes

carve me

arms wide i am waiting and waiting

scar me 

shooting star on the night

kisses like sunrise stain me

but a banshee wind whips

doubt crashes in while her cold hair flies wild and white

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we shattered

again and again and again

over forgotten things 

a cold fireplace

separate chairs

buds that never bloomed

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I am just not feeling it lately. But i know the slamming heartbeat and shining eyes. The vibrant stuff of life. 

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The realtor couldn't unlock the box. Tired of crunching through the snow, I offered to slip through a window. Slip I did as I pushed feet-first through a missing pane of glass. 

The house immediately lost the appeal I had heaped on it -- a big bright room for a photo studio, stone foundation, rustic woods all around, a beautiful fireplace.

One Internet picture after another drew a pretty scene of a cottage in the woods. The whole thing all together as I wandered from one inexplicable space to another, was a stupid mess. Crunching back to the Bronco I felt my mood crashing. There was no way I could breathe a spec of life into this daydream.