Nitemare Walker

He is there again
Standing in the shadows
Face hidden by deceit and manipulation
Like a ghost fading in and out of my life
Doors and room
I once let him in
But then like a dark case
of Midas's touch
He starts to turn
My world to dust
Whatever his hand rests upon
Fades to a grain of sand
Things that were once
Deeply grounded
Are cast into the wind
Things that were strong
Now become weak
Soon he will leave
As silent as he appeared
But these doors and rooms
He walked through
The places he ventured in
Remain as dirty ruins
Waiting to be built again

Rambling Thoughts

the cool air circles
around my legs
swirling upward
catching the tail of my skirt
slashing it wildly about
as it climbs
up from my toes
it brings shivers
over my entire body
convincing me that i am
surrounded
by streams of color
the evidence left by the wind
each path taken
is a different color
containing
its own shade and hue
and like a light house
in the storm
i am the simple tower
that the world surrounds