Dying Light

From my porch
I watch thunderheads
battering high noon
into bruised twilight.
I see you climb
from under eaves,
by a pressure change.
As the storm inhales
you leap and spin,
leap and spin
your web — knowing
your time to build
is fleeting.

Ryan Stone


In this web of freedom fading,
truths are veiled in layers
of shading; trust and love now
cards for trading, commodities
worth less than gold.

In this reign of pain and tears,
an unguarded moment
echoes for years. Sympathy sings
to deafened ears, while pride
is bought and sold.

In this land where heroes rise,
to fall defeated before
unflinching eyes; of paradise lost
beneath oceans of lies, a heart
is turning cold.

Ryan Stone