The birds call to me once more.
“See child there is life all around you.
Why then do you cry in loneliness?”
The birds call to me once more.
“See child there is life all around you.
Why then do you cry in loneliness?”
Our love cannot be
Written in a poem.
The mere thought
Of it makes my heart tremble.
It is those words left unspoken,
Unwritten
Floating free
Between the ink and paper.
It is omnipresent
Yet
Cannot be possessed.
Ah
But I breathe.
I hear a sigh escape your lips
As you see the colors too.
As you see the wind pulling the leaves from the trees.
They do their final dance for us.
And they return to the
Earth
That nourished them.
Some ride the wind so delicately.
Others seem out of control
As if fighting the pull of gravity.
Ultimately they all fall.
We endure.
I feel the warmth of your skin
As
You move closer.
This knowing between us,
It is time to hold each other.
This sorrow,
We must let it envelope us
If we are to ever love through winter.
All
Of everything
Is pulling me to you
And I am finding it hard to breathe.
I am drowning in dreams of you
And I do not wish to come up
For
Air.
I feel you fumbling with my heart
When you think
I am not looking.
A thousand dreams
We held ransom
In the night.
A thousand stars
Fell to the ground
And scattered at our feet.
Some,
(In such haste to join us)
Burned themselves out in ecstasy.
And there we lay amongst them
Enraptured souls entwined.
Two lovers consumed
(Consumed as one)
By the light.
The stars were ours
And we were theirs.
(Oh but my darling we are the stars)
All other memory
Fades.
And you write it all down
Because
You cannot tear it out of your skin.
Looking to the heavens,
Waiting to hear the Angels sing.
Hemorrhaging.
Hurling yourself to the ground.
Trying to keep your eyes open as you sleep,
But your mind keeps seeing the memories every time
You
Blink.
Your head left your heart for dead
While you were
Dancing with devils in the dark.
Bargaining and begging
With yourself for love.
Feeling like you are going to pieces,
Falling apart.
You think you would do anything to empty your heart.
But you won’t.
You know you wouldn’t.
I ran out the door.
I ran hard and I ran fast
Until
At last,
I crashed into myself.
There I lay in the stillness
And I poured out all
The hurt,
The sadness,
The disappointment
Of a lifetime.
There I was empty
Yet
Full.
Ready to rise and begin again.
Ready to
Be
Me
Myself
And
I.
She lives in the flame of the
Candle.
Love and heat
More than you can handle.
She makes you feel alive.
I knew him then.
The boy.
The child.
I knew him when the sun played on his shoulders.
When a glance at the clouds above would set him free.
When nothing could stop him from
Dancing
Or
Smiling.
It is as if another lifetime now.
I do not know what happened out there in the world.
I do not know who stole
Delight from his veins.
But I do know
Whoever
Stole it,
They did not take it all.
For
I see it in his shadow.