Dancing Lights

Dancing lights

Twirling shades

Flickering shadows and

Raging colours

The building blocks

Of many things

Of fires and storms and

Broken lamps

The Home I Knew

The older I get

The more I know

A shattered dream

An illusion destroyed

A truth, once ignored

Finally revealed

Unveiled at last

As the walls crumble

All around me

And everything I knew

Is gone

In the settling dust

Of the home I knew

I am left on my own

Perspective

You, my darling.

With a surface so hard,

And a heart so cold.

Under pressure, wanting to burst like

The explosive core of a grenade.

Decorated in black and in red,

Like your brothers and sisters,

Uncles, and aunts,

All manner of distant cousins.

Yet here you remain,

Alone,

Separated from all you know.

No longer so cold,

And your skin so soft.