He sits with me. Always. I continue
to drink my coffee.
His mahogany eyes craving my attention.
he requests just a minute of time. I begin another task. Yet, he lingers.
challenges me to a game,
as he plops his squeaky toy in my lap.
I throw it high.
He springs to action. Bolting. He lands back at my feet.
He begged for more. His gentle gaze
My heart beats
for this softhearted dog.
For the time being, we are
together. The background fades.
I am present with him.
They followed him blindly in to the woods. Branches swayed in a seduction of unison. The light between the trees was lynched, by his grandiosity and lies. Many continued without hesitation. He asked for a sacrifice of integrity, in exchange for boundless gains. The trees crowded around them until all he requested was placed on the altar.
The creature is walking freely, as the thicket suffocates his disciples.
The Inkling of Morning
I woke up early, just before the sun rose. Silence greeted me with her dark smile. The floor gently growled beneath my feet. My destination was nearing. Words gathered in heart. Inspiration was my oration. The audience of one reflects in the hallway mirror.
An amusing smile spreads across her face. Anticipation. Rouge painted on her cheeks. A shadow of her lipstick pressed on the virgin tissue. The table is set. She waits.
She Entertains; yet, the guests never arrive.