Thoughts under the dream catcher.

The new emeralds on the fresh patio,

Embrace me into a protective cover,

Into the the deep blues of the night,

Counting the deceiving stars that vaporize at dawn.

When I glance at the wall clock that stopped ticking,

Every moment behind fully drawn curtains,

Feels like eternities captured,

In the photo frame with no picture.

Like the open notes of a mighty cascade,

I know not of it's depth till I dive,

It's the silence that fills the noise,

Like the smell of a new book for a troubled mind.

A guarded slumber 'neath the dream-catcher,

The untamed fantasy set free,

For every bullet shot in the air amid cholera,

One breath more for the darling, safe.

To carve a niche in this coliseum,

Sewing words to elucidate the pining,

Is like explaining red to a man born blind,

I don't know how to do it.