Broken Glass.

Glass cracked and stolen, light dancing through the splinters,

A weeping curtain falls quietly, begging of unsung music.

Dust collects and the fireplace yearns for the flames, and laughter,

Cobwebs map the corners, a million strings looking for a traveler.

Broken mirrors and dirty paintings, hung from long halls waiting to be seen,

Overgrown cobbled paths, leading to a house forgotten in the moonlight.

Candle wax dotted across the table, a harsh wind flowing through the glasses windows,

Beckoning for a dance in the lonely night.

Air whistles through the halls and up the staircase, the oak creaking in unspoken languages,

Moths flutter and fall, dive and soar over the frayed sheets towards the lantern.

Broken glass collects it's song, scattered over the floor,

Shattered and screaming, broken glass tells a tale.

On the River Bank

The river sleeps, the roads shout,
Birds sing and soar, dive and glide.
Creating a journey, the people, the places,
Step by step, observing, photographing.

The River Bank merges with the icy water,
Gritty dirt swirls in the torrent as the mud is pushed forward.
The River Bank like a cliff face, study, battered by the swarm of water,
On the River Bank a child plays.

Wind whistles through the reeds,
dancing over the painted lake.
Twisting and turning the leaves fall, red, gold and brown,
Their landing echoed in ripples that bound across the water.

The River Bank, a landscape of colour, even in the winter rain,
On the River Bank a child plays, tumbling through mud and leaves.
Logs placed to be shelter for the mice that peep in on the playground,
Wondering, what it's like on the River Bank.

What's it like on the other-side?

What's it like on the other-side?

Air from a poisoned breath, flowing through a stream,

Falling into memory, carved from the hollow laughs.

A child in the mist, dancing around statues,

Weaving around candles.

A kiss, a dance, the moonlit shores,

A pebble skips across the bay, the ripples run and curve away.

Laying before my dreams catch me from my fall,

A glimpse of the other-side, other worlds of mine.

Gliding over skies and sailing through seas,

A kiss, a dance, the moonlit shores.

What's it like on the other-side?