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Am I alone here
Or a lone "her", too quiet
Too still, yet content
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though I am shrouded by the shadows
and I walk in hidden places between gardens and buildings sitting away from the sun
I am bright
Sun and wind have never suited me
I squint at the bright day sky
Sometimes shut my eyes with my face still turned up
And imagine the patterns of the stars
The lines of dotted light under my eyelids
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Restless thoughts, restless hands, restless sighs
Until the night finds its way back to me
The hurt singed, fire
As the well within ran dry
I forgot to cry
Quietly we fall
The screaming air at our backs
And we close our eyes
Pictures, answer me
I'm calling these memories
They're before my eyes
Even though I smile
The walls are still closing in
And leave me breathless
You're in the water among the waves.
But you are still here.
Here, and still,
the houses asleep
while you dance to disturb their dreams
of oceans and the cities beneath
where shouts are lost to the depth
and the shades of blue
that too, are here, and are still.
Sometimes I lay down
And the bed seems so cold, harsh
Then I think of you
Let's just burn the bridge
Connecting our two islands
And swim the river