Used to

the used to crumbles
a mere shell on it all
it had been a plastering of mud
the dried encasing
that protected the mundane from chaos
but all mud will dry
all mud will crack
and the used to becomes ever so fragile
so easy to shatter at any moment
or as it often does
is picked away at piece by piece
by the ravens of progression
in their ravenous appetites
for the shiny present
and their wings the color
of the unforgiving unknown
as each piece is plundered
the used to can grow new skin in time
in its reptilian virtues
but chaos can seep in so easily
when the shell shatters suddenly
with little time to renew its boundaries
bringing the routine to its knees
and begging for forgiveness
from the unforgiving unknown

March melt

rising from the progression into the north
the smells live again in wet earth
and mud is tracked in from the thaw
even dry grass caught within the paw
the branches swell with anxious sap
yet a little too soon to awake from their nap
and cold crow calls give way to larks
while morning sings again with robin barks
the frost still seals the soil's purse
but all in all it could be worse
as the solar dance moves midway
and winter night surrenders to summer day

Chandelier

I spoke my words
cast my spell
while piecing together
a sun of broken glass
so the light could seek you out
in the darkness that blanketed my soul

in the company of smoke and spirits
each fragile silica shard
cut through my flesh
as I bound them with serpentine wire

their cobalt crimson amber envious
translucency melded a chain
that tethered me to seeking you out
in the abyss we had fallen into
when the stars were young
and time was only a twinkle
in the eye of chaos

it was that chain bound by my words
that led me on the path
lit by the promise of you