The night was moist
the sea-winds blew salt
to the trembling lips
which formed half words
and quiet whispers.
The air tasted of memory
and long lost souls.
"What keeps you alive?"
the mad girl asked the sea.
"Or are you dead and still moving?
My father killed a snake.
and it's body moved like waves,
though he held its head in his hand.
It twitched. It twitched," she muttered.
Her laugh broke across the water,
the gulls shuddered, clouds gathering,
and the waves resounded to the hidden stars.
She screamed to the wind as it snagged her hair,
it screamed back
over the breakers.
With moonlight between the earth and her feet
she wanders, shining soul,
the dark of the night
no match for her eyes.
The moon wonders down
at the bright creature,
melds her beams to stairs,
Oh, brightest star.
Ascend to night's embrace.
Nostalgia: It sounds like a disease
And it has infected me.
Worming its way through veins and valves.
I caught it
from robbing the graves of memories.
Trying to gather
the silver linings from long dead moments
that crumbled in my fingers,
moulding smiles that left spots on my hands
out, out damn spot
I lay down in the fresh earth,
cold, how cold it is.
And it feels so familiar, and yet it seems strange, why, has time dragged me here again? they’re waiting to fall, and I’m waiting to run, but my feet they feel frozen and again it’s begun. They said it’s alright, but my heart screams it’s wrong, and I’m caught in the cross fire as I’ve been all along. My heart and my head, well, they’ll never agree, cause one says I owe them, and one then says no, so my body lies failing as they tug at my hands, and I know they’d keep pulling, no matter how far I ran.