ALONE AT DAWNS DOORSTEP

Curling trees from smoking traps
decelerating ideas 
falling with the pleadings of castles and leafs
 noble words as earrings hang
and concrete grey and green
moulded thought
is anchored upon the smallest stream
foul play she cries and blood
is her knight
without a riderless god
in the mothers sight
fortune is laughing there
within the crumble of despair 
now day is withering into the single blade
love is encased in glass
always on display 

Silence is the glaziers wall
fool am i
who willing will
fall