Chrysalis

By Ben Hembree

colors fade and turn unbidden
lovers claim’s unstained unfinished
trace the grains the wood has given
night has come again

clouds that billow also pour
thunders roll and ask for more
distance just like time restores
crows pick at flesh

drifting lines no curves ahead
wheels still turning us we sped
sunset looming dead ahead
east is the past

rise like stars among the skies
that fall like teardrops from your eyes
a universe made by surprise
but their lights shine on

Ben Hembree is a transplant from HI. Currently residing in Central Florida, and whiling away the decades looking for a muse