TREND

Standing on a precipice of pleasant weather
A stormy horizon seen in the distant sky
Growing driving on the winds of desperation
Life’s escape is improbable while still tethered

The cold relentless heart of winter
Reaches out with fingers refusing to remove
Its lifeless grip on the vast emptiness
A panorama of life that works to hinder

Rising winds scorch the outer skin
While still staring into the sun
In hope of feeling its warmth
Omni present, a persistent pain of needles and pins

Cognitive dissonance,
now there's a word that
has no association by the
mind and its blind spot,
regardless of the facts
presented or if your
mileage may vary depending
on how well your vehicle is tuned
and how big the engine is.

From her balcony window she stares
Into a night sky filled of wishing stars
She refuses to give up on fairy tales

She turns to me, and asks can you read poetry
That would take one to a dreamer’s galaxy
My passion awoke as words danced on the page
She said read till my soul finds wings in your words

I kept reading for the girl infatuated with dreams
Her tears, moved mountains and her smile saved souls
In a whispering voice she said, oh can’t you see
How were flying on passion in a poet’s galaxy

Echo's realm is your sub conscience mind
Weaving words for you to find
A continuous litany,like a Mobius Strip
Sleep is the trigger that will trip

Born on the ash of a lost ember
In fitful dream
To be remembered
the laughter

Echo etches images
upon corridor walls
there in your memory
to be recalled
the words

Echo hums a familiar song
You've not heard it for so long
soft,softer
echo,echo gone