Nest

hope-blind…

My loneliness signed a warrant for my demise, I used to dream of floating in liquid skies but, if my eyes tell no lies, I am alone, nestled within shadows in which I hide. Minutes pass never ending, unrelenting moments blending and ever tending to tic toc time bend the mime that sends false images of my mothers golden eyes, and soft, warm underside that comforts me through night times of icicle winds. I remembered her tomorrow, as for this day, my focus is seconds away, I hear in the distance that time bending mime, shouting mountainsides that echo lullabies akin to my mothers chime, ‘could it be’ I say, no, just hope spurned from the depths of my forsaken mind. Hope, like a hunger that consumes from the inside, my demise, signed, I await her return, alone, and hope-blind…