fringes

fringes

the smile, painted with red

 over the clown-like face of the day,  

twists my bones…

after the day turns into ashes,

I stay with fireflies in the fields, reptilian-eyed,

with  mice, a  night bird,  a pale shadow

chipped from the sad face of the moon.

the night doesn't permit lies.

fake smiles disappear without an echo,

words whispered, sounds aren't permitted.

even the wind wraps itself around the stillness.

sleep sticks to my fingertips,

dreams flow like  thick honey in my veins

a twig breaks, it tears the silence apart,

there’s something new and luminous at the fringes

~c:NKO12/22/12