Sole Perfection

Melancholy promises from an echo of joy

I sit, a pristine toy

Bright, Colorful, Beautiful, a Masterpiece

......Glaringly incomplete

Haunted by the shadowy little hands that do not discover my hidden contours

and flashes of toothy smiles as I lay at akward angles

My garish newness missing the telltale wear that should scream

I'v shared in your world

Brought a contented sigh to you lips just once

Lay at the feet of your happiness

Tattered and yet more substantial

I mourn my pristine reality

my heresy of perfection

Shadow Dream

A trail of fiery tears fill my every breath

Ephemeral footprints constrict my soul

The whispers of your touch taste of unfulfilled promise

The sweet harmony of your existance and reality

To my heart's mind a discordant profane note

Your breath, a siren song

A comforting lullaby

A battle cry flung against the void

I let myself succumb to your music