THE DARK
Candice James
Copyright 2009
I’m riding a rusty dream
Heading for a dusty sundown,
Hustling showdowns with rainbows
In hazy rodeos.
Forgotten wishes still live,
Breathe, linger on my lips
And heat the glaciers in my mind
I’m in a silver thaw.
I hardly recognize myself these days.
As I open my eyes
It all becomes so clear.
The only dark there is,
Is the dark I create.