I found you
scattered across
the many pages
of my writing
very unfinished
like an unmade bed
of imperfections
thin as tissue paper
leaving ghostly trails
flecks of meaning
folded into rhythm
emotions of
color that flow
highlighting the area
behind eye sockets
the flutter
of a dream
screams into pillows
as the wind
changes directions
a taste of words
weightless on tongue
hidden deep
in pale shades of morning
lost between black and white
of reconstructed truth
leaving me at odds with myself…
dark stars
hold a cluster
of meaning
linger in the sky
before falling
into a rush
of thoughts
a certain sign of grief
...unnoticed
~*****~
lonely
silent
broken
can’t be fixed…
~*****~
crawling skin
and passing hours
color fades
one thousand secrets are buried
leaving small voices to tremble
7/8/08
Adding your comment:
trying to reword but nothing is coming to me...a couple of other places are bugging me as well and will continue to work on it. 
at the moment.
...it would be a good contest theme, 'inside a tremble'...would love to host that with you.
