Altered Prose

Dissolved like sugar
In warm, southern tea –
The light shines dimmer
Fading reflections of me.

Under trees and pale sunshine,
Countless failures mount –
Some sunshine bleeds through
Brightening those failures for a count.

Shivering from the cool breeze,
Breathed from the ocean’s cleave –
Betting on moonlight’s coming
To reliquish a hasty reprieve.

From the nighttime I beg to question;
Night’s teardrops I can’t explain –
Still runs over my plainess
As it soils my remains.

© 2008 Joe Jenkins