The Great Collapse

Bricks crumbled beneath me
It seems no matter the foundation
The wolf will blow it down

Long from the Cave, I see with
Brighter eyes and a softer mind
The lives I've lived like past skins
Molted in the warmth of the sunshine

Rarely speaking, constantly thinking
I am a garden with blooming fruits
and crisp vegetables,
Hidden underneath locked doors
and secret chambers.

I am the moon in the midnight
I watch the children dream
and the adults worry
and the in-betweens cry.

And yet, the moon sets
and the gardens grow dormant
and the sun abandons the earth
and the great collapse begins again

Long from the Cave, I wonder
just how far a walk it would be.

Hard to Cross

Lines parallel
I'd do anything
to make them touch
to make it easier
to wrap you in me

innocent attraction
need to protect
mutual fluctuating opinion
trust and honesty

but I know
I know it can't

no matter how hard I try
I know it can't