pun intended - I

Waiting room

Here I wait

Illusions come

and try to whisk me away

I have to tell them

that they are

not real

A little madness

scratches away in

my insides

It lets them stay

for a while

And then blows them off

Poof!

A potent flame dies in a wisp

Its soul is white

and settles as black

powdery soot to

whatever comes its way

Here I wait…

 I wait for the skyline to tip the moon into its mouth, like the last drop of a drink, before letting sleep in. Prankster dreams recollect the unsaid in-betweens. Oh what wouldn't I do to forget!

it is but a brittle wave, this feeling
smashing into countless droplets
on sturdy rocks, on unknown shores
when you cry into the arms
of a song