Silent agony rattles the pains on memories’ window,
As she views them through the smoke-etched glass.
She loves the maraschino cherries topping her drink,
Savouring the sips that soften the pain in tasteful tickles.
One sliver of the sun’s glinting ray reflects
the hourglass sands of thoughts long past.
Machete voices echo choices like noises
Still bouncing inside her tombed head.
Despite the suntanned and rum-sweetened glow,
Pain shares her scarlet cheeked heat.
She breathes her dreams in sunnyscape
where the window is always open
and she can feel life’s breezes’ blowing.

His fatigued telescoped eyes gaze back
At events long past, through smudged glasses
Dripping with prespiration,
With hoe in hand
He digs and removes grass tentacles
That will later return for another go

For a moment he is thoughtless and at peace
As only the dirt is within view
Deafening white noise silence
Plays harpsichord notes in his mind
While his nut brown hands and arms
Make rhythmic motions

As if toiling for the treasures
would sprout the fertile words that lie
hidden in the mind’s harvests
begun in seedling songs.
She reaps his melodic notes
Blossoming upon a wind of words
Blown to silence the secrets of her sadness
As she lifts the sash on the sunnyscape sill.

A rustling sunlit wind of inspiration
Flows from her wind swept verbosity
Stimulating his lethargic mind
Melodic notes ring symphonic symetry
That interplay limitless spectral colors
Whispered surges of energy
Explode silently in his mind
Flows freely to his hands
That shake with anticipation
Of the words that cannot be restrained

10/01/2011