new years eve

here's to a new year
of stars and dreams,
one that will
never
fail to make me realize
that not everything is etched in stone.

here's to a new world,
and whether i enter it
through a
wardrobe
or with open arms
is up to
me.

webs of sugar

the sun streams orange
at this time of
day;
dusk is colored by
a thousand
rays;
and my heart wants
to move a million
different
ways.

a manifold failure.

a poet
once lost his touch.

have you found it?

the wardrobe

snow covered mountains
meet with the sky,
followed by forests
and nighttimes
under the stars

magic so melancholy
it dampens all sound
and the heartbeat quickens
as you see what you've
found.

stimuli

it's always colder
when you know it's cold,
and the numbness
starts in your fingers,
then down to your toes,

until you watch quite complacently
the glass shatter apart,
but it's only real
after it pricks you - a thorn.

and the last traces of night
leave you forlorn.

cynicism

take what you can get
before the guilt can overcome,
grasp as many straws
as ever pass your way.

strew the roses
'cross the floor
and smile about the days
long gone,

for in every heart lies -
well, lies.
why wait
to waste them?

suspension

and the world you brought me to
was more than i dreamed -
devotion and strength
i could never have asked for

and i learned
about myself, you know,
that pain is half the cause
and that sacrifice is worth the loss
sometimes.

the world i'm in
is the one that should never be,
but i'm trapped watching reruns
of another place,
time,
game...

will i ever be up for the hunt?