Head down with my thoughts on fire

You’re on my mind as much as day one

Maybe more


Cracks of doubt seep on in

as the painted strokes begin to run

off the canvas to the floor


This work is not perfect

as my brush strokes in a strengthening sun

that makes my heart sore



I’m picking up stardust

that’s falling hard off your wings

that stings and leave scores



Am I half the glow of this painting

that you emit in my eyes

in yours?



that’s a thought spinning round

rattles in my head as I walk in my sleep

steps become a chore





in my very core