Sense and Subtlety

makes
one
lose
all of their
sense and subtlety
senseless act of falling in love

Lazy day dreams

I
long
for the
afternoons
of lazy day dreams
of wondering what could have been

each
night
I take
the night train
to the neverland
and watch the memories rush by

you
seem
to be
in search of
the perfect reason
to justify your betrayal

not
all
love in
this world is
born of beauty – some
takes birth from womb of intellect

don’t
grieve
for me
truth be told
there was never love
between us – just misperception

droplets of dread break out on my
forehead every time
I close eyes
to get
some
sleep

along the weathered, winding trail
lies a desolate
dusty bend
where you
left
me

I
have
plucked all
the night stars
for you – just remain
the shades of powdered blue and you