i've seen the future and i'm in it

speckled lavender skies
punctuate me
tentacles from above
in silvers and grays
tell me the things
i love to hear
and hold me
bound

sweet musings of the days
captivate me
wondering out loudly
in octaves estranged
souls whispering
eternally
and hold me
bound

Mistral

this purple falls upon me
a veil upon my eyes
no longer seeing the grace
in you i flowered
rows of lavender
bruised by this mistral
wind, which left me
barren as if we never were

Sirène

the sweet sound of you
drew me
a Siren song enchanting
an ever-loving promise
of salvation
from the unescapable me

both strange and beautiful
this fatal lethargy
irresistibly fragrant and tempting
lulled me
into the silent sleep
of the unawaking

Saline

steady its' decent
slowed only by the surface
tension

to ripple ever outward
marking the end
of this saline dream

cherries for sarah

"it was fate," she told you
the way she caught your eye
walking alone
as you usually did
never missing a thing

was it the shape
of her confident stance
or the smile, like a child at play?
you'll never know
but she had you

the words came easy
as if from a thousand conversations before
"i love you" preceding "i want you"
seconds turning to hours
you kissed

her Ruby lipstick colored your lips
"it looks like cherries," she said
and that's when you knew
you'd bring cherries for sarah
forever

a flower to tread on

the evenings hasten
to steal the light from you
leaving you to curve forward
in search of life

you lean toward the path
upon the steps I take
so beautiful in your struggle
to reach me

a crisp wind pushes you back
swaying as you once did for me
our paths colliding again
in this underfoot serenade

i used to be here

this place of vines and thorns
drawing blood with every move
blinded by the pain i sought alone
living in the shadows of each day
wondering why the warmth i felt was cold
cool as the earth beneath me
the wind driving the thoughts from my head
to wonder; will i live again...