fingers s l i d e across the surface
of a thirsty tree whose leaves
seem to f
a
l
l only at your hands
as if a perfect balance is achieved
disturbed only by the wind and
the touch of a w e r
a n d e
r
breath slips from the creature
as it moves from this world
the most beautiful of departures
tainted, barely, by your watchful eyes
a sight defiled solely by
the presence of human life
as the sun drops beneath the horizon
the moon rises to join the stars
trees sway, a soft evening breeze
a careless foot ends a trilling insect
silencing a portion of the night
with the vacuity of tired eyes
to touch the ocean of my dreams
would be to disrupt a vision
to take the smile from your face
no less of a sorrowful act, and so
taint the world as you will..
until
the joy of destruction leaves
you
here
lost, but not cold, and
alone.
that which you destroy will keep you warm