Whiskey Sleep & Wolf Dreams

Oh
my head don’t feel so good
darling.

And
I wonder if I’ll ever stop crying
on every drive home when
my headlights
illuminate
the most delicate flakes of snow
twirling and dancing in the wind
the way I wish I could if
my sorrow didn’t weigh me down.

Oh
I wish my heart would stop racing
honey.

The music playing makes me think
of all the people I have ever known
Of those laid to rest
in cedar oak and stone.

Oh,
I wish my mind would quiet down.

And I wonder why
the most intricate souls disappear so quickly
like when my hushed tears fall
from my lashes onto
the snowflakes gathered
in my upturned palm
dissolving
before I truly get the chance to
know their beauty.

Reviews

[RomaJ]

A very exquisite write, with enchanting imagery. Soulful and delicate. You have a way with words. Beautifully written!