The only gage I know

My body is water!

My eyes are half filled,

With an ocean.

It rages and it fights,

With my skull.

It sinks through a plug hole.

It spirals down my spine.

The icy shadows of my spirit,

Are drenched,

And cleansed.

It spreads to my feet.

It settles.

My fingers tingle,

As a chill wind,

Brushes past them.

This is how i know,

I am alive.

Discomfort is the only real measure.

The only gage I know.

bats

Dead leaves hang shrivelled on sticks.
The bats on the trees,
And the sky is a cave roof,
Reflecting light not dark.
One by one these tiny beasts fall to their peril,
Where fun can be had.
Small children openly kick,
And shuffle through their funeral pyres.
Adults, during unseen hours do the same.
Autumn is a time for sleep.
We await the winter.
Where we rest,
Until spring.
When maggots creep from woodwork,
Then bloom in an array of colour and beauty.
The bats will return,
Only to die again.

this is our time!!

The sky between my eyes,

Fades between light and dark,

Cloud and smoke whirls,

In tornado patterns.

The sun appears,

In the gaps the mist creates.

It stretches golden fingers,

Across your body.

Taking time to glide,

Down mountains and valleys,

A spark ignites a gentle fire,

This soon becomes,

Burning desire.

The tender hum of your lips,

And a purr from your mouth.

Haze spreads over the giver,

And I receive the moon.

Its crooked smile reels me in.

A cloak is spread across the ground,

Enveloping all land and sea.

The darkness is thick,

But we know we’re here.

This is our time!