drift

the large expanse of us
driven by the wind
driven by each other
pushed into tiny pockets of indifference
as only we can do
we are powder
we are victims
until we are no more

take me there
until i see you
until i feel the way we really are
tumbling across a sinking horizon
as only you can do
we are golden
we are treasure
until we shine no more

gather the force of ages
to sweep me onward
to sweep me into you
the lone oasis in the waste of me
as only love can do
we are eternal
we are vapor
until we drift no more

petals fall

don't you hear them
little petals hit the floor
whether torn away
or weathered
their sound you can't ignore

the sweet goodnight

the words no longer spoken
falling away
to lay gently on the floor
beneath us
where we once stood
face to face
promising the things we could never give

the morning no longer ours
we lie
with this perpetual darkness
between us
like an empty wishing-well
back to back
and stare into the black of the sweet goodnight

this one last step

from the shallow
to the deep
meeting the equator
all parallels in line
finally in tune in harmony
watching the ever-approaching bottom
arrive

no longer a sunrise
or a warm hand to hold me
this dirty hand slips
back into the earth
marked in granite
and the soft feel
of ash

never did i live so much
to extricate this pain
or feel the silent welling
of a voice no longer heard
eternity too short
and unforgiving
for me

this one last step
forever damning me
to remember to forget
the time i gave my soul
in the hope of a glimpse of me
in laughter
no more

another measure of nothing

drain me of the words i've already offered
endless sentences
round and round you go
to no end at all
repeated redundancy

try as you may this whorl-wind
spinning dust and debris, useless
as if no time exists
to watch the sun rise
wishing for the premature dusk

silence earned
as this world stops spinning
its axis revealed as something other than love
an inquiry to disaster
invited by your incantations

silly, silly thing
you look not for what is present
always seeking what you found in others
your poison. your solice
our demise

drowned
in words i can not utter
deeds
i can not think
fear
in these thoughts
for you

lost
in inaction
gone
and you will never know
escape
will never be mine
for you

how many ways

can i tell you nothing
in this vacuum i call home
leaving me spinning endlessly
circles once effortless
now always stopped by corners
unnavigable in acute angles
tangling me again
in myself

can i see yesterday
in tomorrows dawn
like concertina glistening
wishes torn away in flesh
left as the lone reminder
of my passing here
as the yield ignored entirely
by myself