LOOK BEHIND THE CORNER IN FRONT

shredded in times detention
now left in a thousand -Midnight trains
dressed in yesterdays rags
holding the threats of no past
remember the fallen they scream
and I walk on by following the cemetery sky
bloated perhaps
on touches of laughter, silent insisted mishaps

mystic suicidal travellers
slipping between shadows
hosted in doorways
hands slip on gentle portals

what crimson threads

rain inside this crumbling temple

watch over you

 the pointed finger bone
 

Seasons tie the quilted colours
around this ancient candle
burning pure
walking words cradle
my weeping turns
into jagged scars
all the ones we waited for

I turn the ancient mariner
he proclaims
another frozen shore