A Changing Time

 

We met at midnight,

or maybe it was morning,

it was a transitioning time,

a changing time,

and we held hands and jumped,

falling gently into the good night

that everyone else raged against.

I wrapped the darkness tightly around us and counted the stars as they were

burning out,

popping like old light bulbs,

and the silence piled up until even my heartbeat was muffled

until there was no way of telling where I began and it ended,

if it ended.

It may be that it was a raft and the only thing keeping me adrift…

Do we love the night?

Do we count the words we drop like guillotines?

And when poetry paints every wall a different shade do we match them to their

ideas,

or leave them to make their own galleries,

to search out different walls to hang upon?

Will I roll off this raft and drift into another changing time,

or must I stay here

wrapped up to keep you safe?
Sleepless nights that bring no comfort at their ending,

just another type of dark,

are all I can see as I look towards the shrouded, silent horizon,  

straining my eyes to see if there are any stars still left…

 

©jayetomas2017

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About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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