Its like there are two sides of me

And they war over this world of mine

Slip between strands of gold woven through the sky

To see the remnants of a disemboweled dog

Left stinking on the grass

Sometimes then all of you held so dear

Become shades of a specter seen through rippled glass

As if this house of my heart was built in times gone awry

And you are here living now in this haunted place

As if it is only blood that can weave us, be the warp for which

The threads of our heart are carried forward in time.

I stumble, crumble

Feel as if my limbs are held nailed

Is it my ghosts that follow, laying fallow to fertile lands?

How then do we see through eyes stained by years of pain?

Wiping clean the debris fighting free the putrid remains

To see to see the bright light streaming ever present

Clear space star caressed splendor.