Visions

Visions

I sat on my bed today,
waiting for the day to end.
I remembered the spot
where once had sat a friend.

Instead of the presence
the real being there
I saw a vision, a lifetime
all I could do was stare.

Moments replayed
repeated over as I saw
Love and lust
Speech and trust
And a broken law.

I looked at the ground
as I sat on the sidewalk
I traced the image
drawn out in chalk

I had drawn it
had I not?
And yet,
it's a dead man's lot.

A man, laying down
got up and spoke to me
I cannot say what he said
but I can say what I see

Echoes of strangers
ricochet across my eyes
They tell me truths,
and they tell me lies.

Perhaps it's only madness
perhaps it's only fear
perhaps it's only sadness
perhaps it's only tears.