Cloistered in ashes

ashes form a cracked heart
cloistered inside myself,
a love blown by the west wind
sent by the mighty Poseidon,
swirling between gnarled trees
in a storm of hollow fears...
a nightmare odyssey

battling Medusa and Circe,

former glory from a deceased circus

where only lives a clown specter

a living pain wandering through the shadows

alone like a marionette in a demon's hand...

I may no longer live free as a dreamer,

petrified by dawns of salty rain,

walking just as the single puppet without choice,

searching in the moor for my highland clan,

whispering in the wind as the smoke

from a hot cinnamon tea in a mug...