Small and 4x6 sized, old and tinged brown.
Like tea stains on the back.
Looking at it I see me, deceptive, smiling back.
I invite you to meet me where the water finds the sand.
Where the waves whisper a sea of secrets remaining untold.
I will be there when the moon shows it face,
and the sky has gathered a million stars as its blanket.
If a picture's worth a thousand words,
I'd paint a poem for You,
I'd finish with an artist's touch,
and mend it with the glue,
Calm fills the air
as day falls away
with tender care,
I'll quietly say,
A wolf howls to the night sky
I watch from afar, wondering why
Why is he wandering alone in the night?
Did he give up without a fight?
When I was just a little boy and would hurt myself at play,
I would run and find Ma, and she would kiss the pain away.
The tears would turn to laughter; I was happy on my way.
Oh, how I remember Ma when she kissed the pain away.
I can no longer see the beauty inside me.
For my mind is corrupted, and full of broken dreams.
My heart is forever broken, my soul forever scared.
All the things I want to have, now seem so far.
Like the mostly empty notebook,
my mind is nearly blank.
The pen won't focus on filling up the page.
Inspiration must be running low today.
I shut my eyes.
The cool night air
chills my skin.