Walk Among the Dead

I see a killer's eyes
and feel no hate.
I am drained from staring
at the past.

Walk among the dead
and feel life
surround my being,
as if souls
can touch my own.

I fly among shadows of clouds
that keep me dreaming
of cotton and water,
like blue liquid threads
thick as blood,
weave my shimmery scenes
beyond the moon.

I envision a planet
red dot against black,
as evidence of laughter
from a time stood still.

We were once there
as now we are not.

The beams of light carry
as torches time,
makes the stars smile
again as it fades
into tomorrow,
like the darkness
safely tucked away
in the folds of my mind.