From thigh to eye
the wind whistles your name
The echoes collide,
Inside.
I think I feel
the same again,
a distant voice,
A broken wheel;
sharp glass gloves and a clenched hand holds nothing
For you to know me.
Still.
The urge to tame
That which is seldom glimpsed
by what right
is that by man alone by night;
a quivering pulse
Untainted since
a moment when
I too,
held someone tight.
Too late to stall
An hourglass bears the name
grain by grain
its fleeting
Too slow to move,
To re-direct
a moment’s peace;
I call your name
each time
I’m breathing.
Some secret place
A shelter from the storm
a place unknown to me
Beyond this haven;
a miniature maelstrom
Return (again)
to reflect on what could have been.
Now
I Am
Slowly dying;
These moments
maybe lost forever.
A whispers tears
in stealth marks a sullen face.
In memory,
drifting aimless, still,
I call out your name;
the space the echo fills
is left speechless and misplaced.
What spurns you on?
What last reward?
Enlighten me
My Queen!
Upwardly fast
slice through old paths;
this bramble bush
of broken dreams.
From head to knee
unbeknown, I chase thee
For these fragments
lost and stolen
Till then,
My Love
I shall remain
and
I will always be
meaningless
and
swollen