JB Writes Too

Now (Version 3) 15/09/08

Bright lights cast long shadows
Until finally
the switch snaps
and shuts them down
shadows now
are complete darkness
i am left
without a candle to my name
to illuminate the dreams
there were once brought to life
nomadic greys
and caravan walk
through desert dreamscapes
littered now
with old stories
same old
same old
it aches when the sun rises
it harshly spotlights
abscence
i swap my skin
to understand the other side
my mind ticks over
mimicking ideas
to raise you back again
what once felt like dodging bullets
In a western movie cross-fire
Now still,
no relief comes
the dust settles
and the richochet
no longer echoes
Still
here I am
and you are not
the bright lights make long shadows
which have left me
to wait here
In the dark
without a candle to my name.