A graveyard of dead trees
Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas
Squirrels scurry before winter strikes
As children play while others pass on bikes
A harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing
As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing
Children shrieking and screaming as they play
Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away
Memories start of when I was a kid
Only broken away by time an what it did
Sitting still only in question
Of who I am and to what is my impression
I laughed . . . I played here
I was happy unknown of fear
But then reality again breaks memory's connection
Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection
Foetus-like you lay:
Your face exposed,
Pale,
Its skin taut,
Mouth agape,
Distorted;
Your breathing
Echoing
The clock's ticking,
A tiny knife
Its second hand
Slicing,
Slicing you,
Slicing your mind
Into distant pieces;
A White sheet covers you
Withinyoursoundproofroom,
Its window staring out
Into silent cloud,
All outside in
Day's oblivion;
A White cup beside you
Sinks into wall;
Your clothes,
White shirt,
Blue trousers,
Black shoes,
Remain,
Unworn;
Silverwatch and ring,
Possessions
Unpossessed;
Carers turn you
Over and over,
Your face changes
Over and over
Into different ones,
None are your's,
None are you;
Now you're hidden
Inside me,
A ghost of all you were;
While your bed creaks
The reaper's creeping.
Our bodies.
The warmth of our embrace
Melts them together to become
One.
I kiss your lips,
And they seem to melt
Into mine; they become
My own lips.
My eyes.
They gaze deeply into your eyes.
The warm hazel melts away
To reveal a soul,
My other soul.
The other half of my soul.