Second Line

Tree limbs dance in
the breeze of baited breath,
roots threaten to break ground zero.
time;
too much
too little
only the trees understand 
me

glass stregthens
mirrors melt
clouds converge and darkness reigns

I am guilty

The bars which restrain me
are but my own fault

I am guilty

The lifeless walls
frozen, unfeeling
yield no give as I fight to break free

My crimes:
To want,
the stars 

The wind
brushes my cheek, with a kiss. 
Neck craned, my eyes
skim the sky in bliss

The scene before me,
a canvas to interpret,
I stare, deep within the soul of each star
this game I refuse to forfeit.