juc02

Blue light shimmers, slips and slides Across my window pane Stumble and stutter, I pull at my hair These efforts are all in vain A mind that wanders won't always return And such was the case with he Now fiery tendrils that linger and swim Attack with reluctant ferocity Their bitter play I have witnessed before Their neon colours, to nature's horror Cause tides to turn and suns to set Stomachs to churn and never rest They wait, impatient, for their first chance At life, at fate, at false romance The Dusk brings with her a blue lit fancy A stale gray room, a spindly chair Footsteps linger with the clockbeats But they won't find