My feeble grasp of light once struggled

To articulate dark plans

And trace the gentle contours of your spine

Soft trembling lines of light across your ribs

Dissolve in bands of darkness

The small events of life

Return as particles of smoke

A swift conflagration

And a choking conclusion

Clouds formed of memories

Broken promises are easier than broken dreams

There's always someone else to blame

You tell me exactly how much you don't need me

Quantifying the offence for my convenience

To protect me from uncertainty

Kiss of a dream in the morning

The silence of a fall

Warm promise of a wind that carries you away

Seduced by the tidiness of an empty heart

Waiting patiently for significance

Imposible balance, to see and not act

Sparkling in the night

Small memories

The pins and needles of perception

Grind away the passed over days

This is a small day in the measure of things

As dark as a shadow and intangible

Coincidence of chaos, spilt colour

Dissolving as you watch

Nothing I have seen or touched will matter