Her mop’s rhythmic stroke
A bondage unlike the kiss
Of sweet leather nights
Ryan Stone

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
Her mop’s rhythmic stroke
A bondage unlike the kiss
Of sweet leather nights
Ryan Stone

Silent tears at dawn
My half-mast heart in tatters
London Bridge is down
Ryan Stone

In a dead soldier
The captive firefly’s slow death
Holds the night at bay
Ryan Stone

A widow slumbers
As red and blue fireflies weave
Swiftly through the night
Ryan Stone

After she left me
I stared at puddles so long
A rainbow appeared
Ryan Stone

Towering ghost gums
Never show inner turmoil
Until they tumble
Ryan Stone

Alone on the edge
One more tree in a forest
With no one to hear
Ryan Stone

The sound of his name
From lips that once whispered mine
Nails scrape a chalkboard
Ryan Stone

The red dust of miles
The slow creep of years, always
My safe place to land
Ryan Stone
