To Make My Peace With You: Rayograph

Rayograph

Anna, I’m tired
Of gilding dead lilies
The garden is thirsty outside
And this town feels like it’s left me behind

Anna, I’m tired
I feel hollow within
I’m the ashes of burnt incense
…Bent and clinging to the stick

The doors to my temple, from a hurricane, they have broken off
Vines curtain the windows and small birds now nest in the rafters above
The mirrored room cult of personality
It all lies shattered on the river stone floor
And the hero in the mural over the alter, I believe that he is no one
Least whom I mistook him for

Anna, I’m tired
But my lost dreams return to me
While the day dreams I’ve held to for so long
Say no good byes; I just turn and they’re gone

Anna, I’m tired
I want to lie down by your side
Watch that wild boy I never was die
Go hang his shoes from a telephone line

Let’s throw out his furniture; pile it in the street to be set afire
When asked who he was and who am I, be honest and call me a liar
Standing alone, like a ghost in his empty room
I’ll just stare at the bare wall and laugh
At his silhouette immortally mocking me…
Burned into the wall like a rayograph

Anna, I’m tired
Of gilding dead lilies
The garden is thirsty outside
There’s much to tend to and precious is time




June 28, 2007