Night was but another dream
haunting screams
little reminders of missing links
of love.
Should fall into fall before
winter perches on windowsills
to remind it’s cold outside
and sun and colors are scarce now.
Too many voices in hallway
river of tears flowing through bed
mountains still waiting to be climbed
tangled in the fate of the world.
Just another haunting dream
falling into fall just before
leaves are all raked, bagged
but not the rainbow, it’s needed
to continue to believe.
Some things are best left
blurred.
