Somewhere Someone Spoke

the unbroken silence
just above a whisper
did you call out to me?
or did the rustle of the trees
trick me
into believing
the words, not meant for me

i'm sorry
to have missed you
so wanting was i
once
that a leave or a branch
mistaken for you
would matter at all

Venus

I once wished you
would love me
then I looked into the sky
and saw the darkness 
like your heart towards me
unlike Venus
Mine

Treatise

what, if not everything
could I have given
just to stop this little piece of me dying

every car door
every tread upon these steps that isn't yours
a little piece of me dying

break your own heart
just to prove a point in fruitless maturation
a little piece of me dying

this silent death of our own creation
alone in this world together
just a little peace, now and I'm dying... Again

tinsel

the alumuminized shreddings
of the season
draped lametta
the narrow garnishment
in silver-metallic splendor
a translation lost to us
with the happiness and the joy

cheap and tarnished
you brought me such joy
all those years ago
when i remembered to open my eyes
to your brilliance
and allow your mechanized sway
to capture me

this extruded decoration
held in time and place
my own starry Nativity
holds me now with childhood smiles
in the never ending hope
which binds me
metallurgically to you

dreaming aloud

pink and blue the colors
of my twilight
rest upon these eyes
once more
in unlasting splendor

sand and water crashing
the taste of you
salty sweet consumption
pressing me
in unlasting splendor

moon and stars in orbit
signal above
calling us to places
far removed
in this unlasting splendor

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