A shining wind twirls
Lazy twisters in her hair
Here, wild roses bloom
Ryan Stone

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
A shining wind twirls
Lazy twisters in her hair
Here, wild roses bloom
Ryan Stone

He devoted years
To becoming bulletproof
She was a sniper
Ryan Stone

Riffs of liquid chrome
Howling from a neon amp
Set the night on fire
Ryan Stone

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

Oh, the wild places
Tattoo parlors, biker bars
Your lips in the night
Ryan Stone

Blood moon,
cold witness to
this tune
I sing
to the night. I’m
missing
old dreams-
her face, pale as
moonbeams.
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

For a time
You were everything.
Your smile
Lit sparks
That raced
Down my spine,
My heart skipped a beat
When you
Spoke to me.
The world paused
So we could run free.
You seemed so divine
For a time.
Things always change.
Forever’s a dream,
Every summer
Has rain.
I stopped being
The light in your world,
Once again
You’re a mystery girl.
I know you’ll find love,
I know you’re not mine,
But I want you to know
I was yours
For a time.
Ryan Stone
A widow slumbers
As red and blue fireflies weave
Swiftly through the night
Ryan Stone
