If I am to face this life
in the dim of your shadow,
I'd rather it be where harsh
rays of sun beam from crystal skies;
where looking outward
would blotch your vision
with patches of black
and make taut your skin.
Then, tuning back, your eyes
would behold my sunlit face.
You would see me,
flaws and all.
Together we could emerge from the dark.

If your heart
truly had strings,
I would wear my
fingertips raw
in search of your melody.

Sounds echo;
distant...
mundane...
My eyes are aware
but not looking.
No focus.
No sight.
I've stepped out
and no one even knows

I wonder where I went...

My soul is dense,
Saturated with tears
spilt and caught within.
Like rainwater
they seep into the depths
avoiding the external cascade.
But this will subside!
I know it will...
As I take in your form
skipped heartbeats make
ripples of the dark pool.
The dark turns to mist
and curls off in your breeze.

Rain on me.
Wash away my trouble.
Cleanse my wounds and
break me free of my vacant daze.
The snowstorm of thoughts only
rush past me...
Are my eyes forever fixed on
that place
Where I expect you to appear?
Flow away with the water;
Be gone from my mind!

She draws up the tide
within me
Laden with debris and stone
Barreling green and white,
It heaves against
the inside of my chest.
In time the breakwater weakens
And the storm flows outward from me.

I am but pacified in your presence;
Relieved by your absence;
Broken by your existence
and in awe at your soul.