the lane

Covered in doubt

The blanket of dread

Soft but uncomforting

Drapes over my mind

Grey and purple in colour

My footprints embedded

In faces passed

I am ready

As my tongue is tied in nots

Stuck in the black pit

Caught like the brown snake

The brown sheep

The earth

That flows in and out of my veins

The ache from clutching at the love

That wants to leave

Taught to swim through the shadows

As the darkness hangs in the cupboard

Waiting to be worn

Or hidden under the teapot

Where blind love will not be found

Wiping me with a smile

Laced between bushland

Holding tight to the falling clouds
Grey mist covers the belief
The knowing forgotten
Liked buried love
Hope floats amongst the branches
Creating a wavering shadow
As my heart skips
My weakness lays in your palms
The softness of your skin cradling
The all
Except the nothingness

As springs laughter

Wakens the resting spirit