I stumble over my refusals,
Lost between the textured walls,
Listening for an echo,
Eliminating all the falls.

..._My broken halo's on the floor,
..._Guess I can't blame that on before.

//Pirouetting into the promises,
Among indigo and blue.
Watching the rain fall from the sky,
Falling upon your lullaby,
Falling down on you.//

I’m treading on the edges of shadows,
Waiting in each paused pixilation,
Focusing on the image that I see,
Not the colour of the situation.

..._Lies form a poison tapestry,
..._Absorbing everything in me.

//Pirouetting into the promises,
Among indigo and blue.
Watching the rain fall from the sky,
Falling upon your lullaby,
Falling down on you.//


(A remix of lines from recent poems with a couple of new
bits)