Glitter And Sand

Hold me
And let go
Of the world
Like a child’s hand
Getting lost in the fair
 
This partial and minuscule mould
Of slow moods and slower murders
Is not for us
We of souls made of cotton candy 
And sandpaper 
We of transparent flesh and silver bones
We suffer from the sulphur, 
Sold by this world
An ounce for a pound
So much glitter in my hand
This velvet turned sand

Most nights I watch the stars go dim and die
Most days I sit and hear people birth a lie
Thus, I and this world
Are not for each other
But You and I
Are made for one another 
Like a spiral chiral 
Part dust, Part DNA

Beneath my fingernails
I find
Dreams that I once wrote on the wall
A wall now painted over
White and light blue
To hang a new
Modern art of some kind 
Ah, the delusion of time
What river gets lost in search of the sea?
Would a dying tree wish for lesser roots to be free?

I wish I could breathe in your nuances 
Those pigments of your pain
Your open skin
Your bottled sin
Your morning blues
And your rain
And on my lips lie vestiges 
Of our time spent together 
Like a coin in a wishing well
Alas, not all wishes can come true
Alas, nothing was and will ever come through 
So like you now I too
Stand by and blow
Dandelions on a dying breeze
And fire on falling snow