anthony jones

Remember when we were dancing in December time?
Ghostlike figures peppering the cool hillside.

Entangled in a lattice of scarves and snowdrops we shuffled on by
...

Happiness has that grasp on us,
A heated ember rain.
Happiness is that mask on me
That cloaks my heart's black stain.
...

This invisible man
so torn and strewn
yearns for life with
death too soon.
...

Lonely plains with banks bound
The river aches but flows regardless.
Trees they creak but sway so gentle
shade my thoughts from roaming.
...

Throw down the ladders from above
They will be sending help, for sure.
Try another thousand times
To look up.
...

A gentle man, well, that is what I used to be.
Like melted wax I need re-shaping.
My broken bones, a maze of splintered memories.
What have you done? Look what you've created.
...

Welcome to the House Of Dreams
where thoughts are free to bloom.
Step inside this humble abode,
please mind the spinning room.
...

Six thousand keys, just one lock.
A story in mind with no one to listen.
Fools enslaved by time and space
below and above the stars that glisten.
...

Look at yourself now boy
where is your sense of direction?
Embrace the reflection that seeps
from the lake.
...

I feared you had already given up but
while we are together for the last time
this is the only chance we will get
so match your breath with mine.
...

I'm presented with a smile on my face due to the sprightliness of you.

Your zeal to please is always right on cue.
...