The Winter's Chill

Swaying trees in the breeze, lifted leaves still holding,
For their tiny stems never wanting to let go,
Branches glisten lightly with the sliightest hint of frost,
Giving moonlit tiny tendrils ethereal glow,
The cool night air it reaches through the folds in warmest coats,
With every burst of wind there comes a chill,
And all the stars you see above do shimmer seem to gloat,
That they are far enough away to thrill,
So stepping ever slowly through the forest in the night,
You see a few short paths to choose to take,
Remember once you do there will not be another right,
For that is then the moments you will make,

Like Jesus Played Letter

Red velvet letters in the sky are all I see,
When I close my eyes,
Knowing nothing more than what could be,
Expectations could arrise,
No more failures in all this reliance,
Aren't you wondering by now what to expect,
What's wrong with a small piece of defiance,
Images always meant to deflect,
I look so longingly to the dark, makes it's mark,
While grabbing at shiny things,
I wonder what's wrong with the flow of this ark,
For the newest image stings,
An interest in another world, far beyond,
What are you to me, a friend, an enemy,
I am not a toy to be chewed on,
I am the depths you fear beneath your feet,
Still here within I hold such love,
For all you people want me to become,
I trust in things some wouldn't and hold above,
Attempting to retrieve myself, trying to believe myself,
Feelings of falling while I stand, I am here to make one demand,
I must only ever be the darkness I was once before,
As that when lost could do more than any damage I endure,
Of this I'm sure, as shadows protect an existence pure,
I will not step beyond as it is no cure

Slow Lights

Chilled to the bone walking alone,
Feeling it to the core,
Still standing, not demanding,
Head filled with nothing but shores,
In the city, distant clearly,
Strip malls standing still,
a quiet place with all it's grace,
Pass cars, the only thrill,