Pale Blue...

Like drops of ink in water, you colour my sleep
I wake up to pale blue, the swirls of your presence dissolved
Half-open eyes linger on dream I can't remember
I stroke the heavy morning air
The tips of my fingers soft on the outlines of your illusion
My eyes flutter back to the dream
I sink into pale blue, where somewhere there is a hint of you

Tell me...

I hear water roll over rocks
I hear the crickets and the birds
I hear the tall grass rustle
And, I hear silence
The mist settles and the fire glows
I see you sit across the flames
You smile and I spot the twinkle in your eyes
I smile back
I want the moment to last forever
Tell me my darling, that it will
Tell me that you and I can go the distance together...

The joke's on me

Oh yes! Yes it is...
After all, if you are idiotic enough to be honest, that's what you get
If you are stupid enough to trust, you cannot ask for anything but...
lesson learnt.
Really?
I question myself.
Will I be able to change myself?
Can I be more guarded and remote?
Am I capable of dealing with heartache again?
I find myself answering in the negative.
I find myself angry, hurt, and shocked.
I walk on, hoping I will find another alley, an alley that does not turn blind, and turn away.
Away from here, where the joke's on me...