Haunted by Toni L.A. Cross

The darkness comes
with teeth and knives
I’m hounded by a dream
Chasing, swirling, whirling night
Deeper, harder, plunging faster
Torn by rabid black
Frantic now
the walls are slick
No doors or windows here
Can’t breathe
Can’t speak
Or whisper here
No sound escapes
This place

Age… by Toni L.A. Cross

Age is a sly old stranger

who comes at the close of the day

Age is a regular charmer

who begs to come and stay

Age is like the furniture

you know him like your stairs

Age is a sly old stranger

he’ll catch you unawares

Not Here… by Toni L.A. Cross

Perfect, innocent thing

so helpless and young

swaddled in my womb

my mind imagines you so perfectly

and my heart wishes you here so desperately

that sometimes I almost think it is so

Soft, downy thing

so tiny and warm

nestled against my breast

my senses conjure you so perfectly

and my soul dreams of you so desperately

that sometimes I almost think you never left

Seedling… by Toni L.A. Cross

 

Impatiently stirring in darkness

a seed in the womb of the earth

stretching and yearning and slowing unfurling

searching and searching for light

 

Casting off the veil of its seedhood

shedding the skin of its youth

budding and bursting and suddenly thirsting

searching and searching for light

 

Knowing not what it might be

caring not where it might sprout

growing and reaching and rapidly moving

searching and searching for light

 

Thrusting itself towards the heavens

bare newborn covered in dew

hoping and dreaming and artlessly scheming

searching and searching for light