Deux

Tiny stalks grow
so fragile
on the wings of a nightmare.
Rhinoceroses jumping about
breaking all its fragile bones
the ghost of a hand is all I have
dripping metal burns to recall
a kiss of flame
with cloud puffs of white.
The new aspirations and dreams
bluntly funny
pulled me back by a thread,
however,
with a dark shade
a souvenir sculpture
a funny mistake
your voice repeats itself.
As proud as she was
sailing over the fence
it is a constant reminder
it happens so quickly.
By the prayer lay the tears
I can never seem to lose you.