Cherry Light

The silence
Painted in the dust
Of regret
Whips the fallen skies
Bruised
Confused
In my nest of cherries

She holds the autumn leaves
Between the kiss
And the sunshine
Sweetly caressing the tinderbox
Of my smile

A crack in the body
Of days
Pours out in silver trails
Relinquishing the silence
Sadly
My tears mimicking them
Like the ants discovering my nest.

She covers me
In a dance of dreams
She wants to take the moon home, she said
So I made a bonfire of the cherries
And we watch as the rosy glow
Threads our shadows
With the fingers of light
Gloving our straining bodies
Tightly.

(For M)

BY DARREN THOMAS 2008

~ by londonsurrealistgroup on December 1, 2008.