If wishes were horses

In market's bustle, I buy promises of time- new shoes I don't need.

The blush

When I was alive, you quickened in bright crimsons. When I was alive. (Image: Wasan Tita/Shutterstock)

Bubbles are venous in the red river's valleys- oxygenated. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/crystal_blair-16909546/ ]

In the wet of dreamshe rides on the rocking horse,gloves the mast of sleep. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/ju_turner-12230830/ ]

Once the eyes were closed,grey clouds were brought to boiling.Insular, all else.

I am of the cave Vying for creature comforts A thumb sucking babe

Everything gets thin Faulty ice on which we stand; the shields of the heart.

Creepers of sunfire paint the unmoving mountain, awake its eagles.

It's a strange thing- I know Phobos and Deimos, those named moons of Mars.

You put on those airs Tripping the light fantastic Falling down the stairs