So it was all over

So it was all over before it began,
but out was never an option —
and the storm I saw ripening the sky
summoned hasty caution.
So it was all over, the dream undreamt,
and I woke a weary stranger —
unwelcome and bereft of claim,
my future soaked in danger.
So it was all over before it began,
and now I face my fate —
accompanied by madness,
in the hurricane I wait.

© 2015 Stellular Scribe

The Dreamers

The dreamers — they
all lie in wait,
backs arched to meet
the swollen sky.
Sparrows buzz about
their heads,
singing sweet, dead
lullabies.
The dreamers — they
refuse to wake,
eyes pinched against
the stretching dawn.
Sparrows peck against
their lids,
until the stubborn
sleeper yawns.

© 2015 Stellular Scribe