Spider like we walk through dreams – where shadows talk or so it seems.
With tear filled eye and twisted grin – we watch our yesterday’s crawl in.
Then someone speaks was it a scream – for something gone and yet unseen.
Continue down a road of glass – as cracks appear is it the past.
A friendly wave a quick hello – I turn around where did they go.
And now the rain so flat and warm – upon the curtain ripped and torn.
Small glowing embers on the fire – just cast familiar shadows higher.

The children waver. Joys away are sent.
The women widowed, men are killed in wars.
The smell of blood becomes the ordered scent,
and fear, unlike my dreams, so high now soars.

In East or West, in North or South, alike,
In neither Muslim world, nor Christian, counts
Inhuman traits have rapid growth to strike,
allotting strength so evil power mounts .

My heart is aching now,
I was too late,
I have lost you,
And I do not know if I will ever tell you,
But it hurts a lot,
And know I’m writing this fucking poem,
I can’t believe I lost you to someone like that,
Now I have to wear a mask,
What about every conversation we had?
I’m a little lost now,
A split road at every turn,
And I can’t even look back,
You made a decision on a bus ride,
I made a decision the day we met,
I’ve got a bad heartache,
I’m not even being cliché,

I would have commented
but as I have just returned
from a cremation
my eyes are still wet.

The man was blessed
But now his woman is dead…
But grief can't be over come
in a day or two,
life will take its toll
so will time too

then after a week or so
the sun will return hopefully
with forebodings anew
to restore the wisdom
of the two who lived
as they were together
more than seldom