Through it’s glass you see the world upside down
Or is it right side up
Either way it has been tasted sipped and found to be mesmerizing or is it wanting
It sits here between you anyd me the only barrier I can see
I place it to my lips and take a sip of this liquid life you find so sweet and yet for me it is bitter and dry.
Give it time you said to me and it will become sweet
I have never been one to wait patiently…
In the darkness of Knight, a Dragon lurks…
She said, ” I long for something deeper than that of which resides in a kiss…”
So he opened his soul and let his poems unfold…
While his touch was as cold as a rain-washed window pane, they were not the same.
For the window, she could see through and through.
As for when she looked at him she never knew.
Somedays he would show her the sun.
Other days she wished to run.
Some nights he would be her guiding moon
Other nights were over far from soon.
Still, she stayed for he was her reflection.
Who am I?
What a silly question.
On so often asked.
Yet so rarely answered.
For we are an ever-changing sack of cells held up by brittle bones and cobblestones.
His fears were phantoms in the dark.
Their icy fingers pulling him back into the life he had abandoned.
Bringing warmth and hope, she could challenge the sun.
Her light shined every time she walked into a room.
Until she didn’t…
“I’m never drinking again,” she would always say in the light of the day as she slipped away.
Sure enough, though he could always find her kissing a tall dark and handsome by the neon light.
He could not help but ask, “Why do you behave this way?”
To which she replied as the music thumped and her jean clad hips swayed. “Demons don’t dance in the day. They keep out of sight until the darkness of night, and only one thing keeps them at bay.” She held up her beer, its metallic label reflected the dim light of the bar.
He couldn’t help but shake his head, “don’t you wish to change your ways?”
“Without my demons I would not be me, to be free of them is to accept insanity.” Her smile was brief before she took a long drink.
He smiled as he sat down resting his suit jacket on the bar, “you truly are addicted.” He said while signaling for a beer.
“I know I am, but do you? What I want to know, is why you are here again? This isn’t your side of town.”
He watched as her brow raised as he frowned. “Guess I just need something to chase the memories away until the day…”
“Then you have come to right place, or so they say…” she smiled and placed her hand on his, rubbing the familiar pale band of skin on his finger.
Oh the imagination of a child its always running wild. So let it run and have fun in the sun.
For the day will come when the sun is gone and the fun is done.