the sands of time shift

 
indigo kaleidoscope visions bloom before me
brittle bone emotions in blue
past errors in henna
they attest to my truths

enigma's love
I am a misfit
she knows me well
a riddle in a riddle

I want a long vacation from my thoughts
my mind never stops not even for the night
steeped in magic a steeple of denial

wings dipped in crimson lest I fly heavenward
escaping the Earth's damning plea
to be free from the day's pain
in my quiet times, I hear her cry
she travails a new age

I listen to the denizens whisper it's time
the hourglass says it's late
I weep not for the hour
but for the children lost on a sea of regret