Paintings on Life.


Red Dawn

Guide me to
The wonder
Land of ubiquitous
That never finished
Or completing

The weaver
Left the loom
And bright colors
Began to drip
Down the canvass
Of time

I spread his chest
With the promise
Of love
And left him there
To believe in
Yet still
I left

And he remained
And I couldn’t switch
The hands of the clock
To return to the place
Where I loved him

At last
I picked up the needle
To continue to sew
My heart
Back together
With the memories
Of gods

And demons
To be stitched
Into the fabric
Of my life
Yet this time
This One
I chose
To leave
Them out

~ Amy Jones


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