Our souls do what they do best. Speak fluently in silence.

you are halfway
into my heart
well done
it’s more than anyone
ever
has ever managed to do
and it’s a feeling
I could get used to
maybe !

when you can see the peaks,
know
your not there

and yet…

When a black sheet has been
thrown over the moon
and a million lazy stars
have fallen from view
I hear the wind has
grown tired of traveling
I hear the sound of mandolins
crying in the mountains
I hear the rattle of
gypsy wheels
I hear the heavy hearts
of horses upon the
restless roads of
broken poetry ...
Clay.M

I am afraid
for the way we are
head bobbing
weaving
raving
craving
grieving
Love
in the future
will have meant
leaving.