40 Poem by Tori Bachue

Closing my eyes
A pine tree with a heavy dress
Seeing stars in daylight
And I fall every time your blues meet mine.
Somewhere in time a man was buried
And his grave was flooded with tears from those two
And I stood and watched, unmoved
With the guilt on my shoulders weighing me down
The ticking sound of sand slipping away
And a thousand clocks on a funeral pyre
Not in vain, there are no regrets
Now watch them dance around it
Gothic fantasies
Walking blindly where I've strayed before
If someone could speak of squares instead of circles
Living would be easier, at least
Headlights through the snow
A steaming cup
Hiding between the books –
Dreaming of those thousand other lights

Hoping to find that which stirs up mine.