I am three ice cubes floating a top a large cup of coffee
a squeak from the metal swing that so gently sways
I am a train, whose tracks are the veins of our society
just waiting to shift out of place..
I am the bitter that marries the cold
the fiddler who can't play
I am the silence that sings in your ears when your alone
the paint that slowly fades..
I am the fire that ignites the rain
the windowless pane
I am the light from a star, that guides the way
through a dark, foreign place..
I am the knife, whose blade is the edge of insanity
the dashes on a old 63 highway
I am an infinity, always running circles
knowing everything will be okay..
I am a glass that's half full,
and not half empty
I am a book cover that is a blanket for all the secrets,
I am the last line of a phrase
a 'I love you' on a mid-summer day
I am a single blue rose..
Once a bud
but now I'm fully grown..