Change in the Weather

Deep within the bones
Change whispers in my ear
The sly north wind
Has summoned
My attention to the sky
As mystical shenanigans
Dance out in the courtyard
And whirling twisters
Of intrigue
Illuminate the shadows

I have no hints
To what will soon become
Who will stay or who will go
Voices of the evenings
Turn to echos of the past
Warnings heeded or dismissed
Show themselves as fantasy
Or anticipation of another
Lonely poem

A working sketch of promises
Outline thoughts without
A dream
Until visions turn to ponder
Paintings of the scenery
And moving sculptures
Once admired
Crumble down without a death
Why everyone is speechless
Still remains unknown

Yet sadly I’m already dead
Walking casualty of life
Particles of dust float through
Dirty breezes of Gods whim
Not a sentence or reprieve
For the cell is never locked
The prison of existence
Is too subtle

Changes in the weather
Left me orphaned long ago
To a string of halfway houses
And single serving friends
Who fade long before
The midnight
And the calling of the master
A time to reconsider
All that prospered

Still I hear the heartbeats
Parents send the children
Off to bed
Who look with in the closets
Peek behind the curtains
Bending down
Beneath the floorboards
Before closing eyes to sleep

We are ghosts within the fabric
The boogieman are we
Uttering our holy prayers
To save us from ourselves
Slaves to our convictions
Lost to empty roads
Saints to those who need us
Prophets one and all

~ by bindo on November 7, 2009.