fire

there is a world here
in our tiny cold corner.
sun a memory.

the night doth wonder
like the devil doth wander
in fiery valleys.

the good morning bird
raises cain with its sing song.
and all hell breaks loose.

black ribbons twisted
like all unfulfilled journeys.
no yellow blinkers.

the end is a yawn.
the beginning full of fear.
the present still here.

the day won’t begin
without the sun’s smiling face.
ruining my nightmares.