vignette
"Toy"
shadows of the nite
dripping like thoughts
each step
from light
Milltown heels
walk

pocket warmth hands
holding
peices of a life
not time can wash
a waste to understand
Unravel the Travel
ever come clean

dirt beneath
a windowbox
filled with a bed
of white
on the edge
of the limits
the seasons of
wheat
as waves
rippling

Wind blows
where did U go
Winter artisan
souls finger touch
No regrets
U said as much
No Luck

Ghost Mary
knows the route
marble wings
a sterling ring
coveted

Speed wind
eases thoughts
beneath the bridge
reason sought

tremendous times
an aching vision
hearts division

she hangs on
resting hero
fallen dark
each new moon
laying roses
withered
wreath
sleeping feet

Love locked

I can only watch
waiting
embers in each
nite
for the frost to
leave
for the garden
to return

my cinema
Return!
Our ghost
times grieve
wake up
the reel
break from
this reprieve

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