epitaph for all that's left

in your ghosts i'm reminded
of dandelion down
blown everywhere as you ran
until i couldn't follow

i see your shadow climbing
over moons lost in creeks
giggling at midnight
while above spiders drop

your heart beats as cold
as a pasture of stars
shining on droplets
that drip down the reeds

i dream of you wounded
or hiding, or chased
or drinking childhood dead
as i watch the summer rot

 

haunting and chilly...very nice. very tight imagery

 

I like how you start off in a rather light tone and get progressively darker with each stanza. The last stanza leaves the reader with a bad taste in the mouth and is quite disturbing.

Good solid stuff.