It is hard to remember who we are
There is a picture somewhere
Crumbs on a plate
Huffing silver clouds
To pass the days
Hanging on an edge
Blue cold season storms
Snapping cracking
A bolt of lightning
Rumbling through bones and veins
An uneasy marriage
Thought and body overlapping
Crimped limbs aching sighing
Stones cracking in the grass
In the night
We clutch at dreams
There is never an end
We are capable and cruel
Lost
Cold
I am scared she whispers
Everyone has gone away
We are in this maze
Praying
Huffing silver clouds
To pass the days
No way out
Innocent traces lost
Huffing silver clouds
To pass the days
It is hard to remember who we are
There is a picture
Somewhere.
