Sleep now
Rest those tear soaked eyes that reflect like pools the pain I've caused you
Dream of me.... Only better
So that when you wake you might gaze upon me with a glimmer of hope
That I may see the dreamy image of the man you wished I was as you try to hold on to that which will never be
Before the sleep fades into mirrors once more
Sleep now
So that I might see you peaceful
A reminder of a youth who's ignorance left her blind to how flawed my nature really was
A man child who was never careful enough to hold a love so delicate
With clumsy fingers I tried to fix all the things my hands had broken
To restore beauty to a young woman's world
I shattered it all
and left you alone to pick up the pieces
Sleep now
and remember a time when I made your world whole
A time in which your eyes would alight with a passion that cast both our shadows on my wall
When your tender gaze held no hint of future reflections
And your blissful nearsightedness made you believe I was worthy of such as you
How could you have been so wrong?
I should sleep now
So I won't hear the sounds of you leaving
The fragile silence you left behind
Broken only by fingers filled with a practiced grace searching for what once was theirs
Grasping at the shape you left
I need sleep now
I will dream of you... Only better
Of a time absent of broken fragility
Of a time when I still held your hope
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
Breathe in that bitter chill
Feel the shift in the whispering wind as it runs its icy fingers down your spine and be grateful
Your lives will span all seasons
Most will see the world through misdirected eyes
Unable to glimpse the glory of the shifting tides
Unable to grasp the necessity of frostbitten evenings and wish for a memory that falls slowly by the wayside
Blanketing the earth with forgotten lovers and lazily drifting friend ships that never stayed in port long enough for their wood to remember their roots
But there is a beauty in this
In fading thoughts like falling leaves spiraling out of control,
bowing out so new memories may bloom
Breathe in that bitter chill
Do you feel it now?
The grace of a world that knows its time is past and is preparing to exit stage left
But not before introducing the next act
With a flourish and a bow it retires backstage
Making way for new songs to be played, a young bud to show a more vibrant shade
Somehow we forget that the intermission is still a part of the show
With thunder over the horizon I'm torn between my natures
Do I seek shelter from the cloud's changing tides?
Or dance in a summer downpour and let it wash away my old beginning?
Mix my human condition with animalistic intentions
Start from scratch, cause the rain took away the itch
The one that can only come from staying in one place for too long
Exit stage left
Will you kindly put your hands together for me, starting over.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
I find myself reaching for heights greater than my own
Scaling obstacles, like the decaying crumble of buildings
every inch of me searching for something to hold on to
Some sort of purchase to bring my tumble to an ending
and give me a moment to pick up the pieces
I am Striving
To be the man you once imagined I would
Trying hard to dress the part of your eyes reflection
To improve upon that young girls idea of what it meant to be a man
To stand a little taller in hopes of procuring the stars
I am Striving
To turn back time
To climb on to that roof where whispered words were exchanged from trembling lips while the summer stars hung bright above the trees and
Listen
Listen to the sharp intake of breath as we both suddenly realized how far we’d fallen
Not knowing that we had climbed so high...
Never knowing what it meant to hit the ground
Our impact shook the world
I am Surviving
The earthquake that cracked our foundation
The unmitigated mess I’ve made of our moments
Me left staring at my fragmented reflection, wondering how I got so far off track
I am Surviving
One day at a time
One foot above the next
Climbing over shattered summer rooftops
Trying to clear the pieces of the home we built
Searching for where my road begins
Still not knowing what it meant to fall so hard
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 5:12 AM UTC