within the desolate black bile shadow beneath us
where the candle of confidant and lover ceases
despite all things, yours is sacrosanct; yours undegenerate
aflame through death and bringing life to the tenebrae

she replied:
whether the glass
is half empty or half full
doesn’t matter;
if there is high ground
and dry land,
weather the glass

in the sense that
each moment is
a half
moment plus
a quarter
moment plus
an eighth
moment plus
a sixteenth
moment plus

my infinite moment with you

become echos
and tribute

when you die
pieces of me die
parts that anxiously anticipate
moments of shared reflection
on what made us grown
when you die
I am left
and solitary reflection

1) salmon chase:
harvested
freshly; by my own
fledgling strokes
2) True,
Democracy:
makes no enquiry
of a man; wherever it sees a man
it recognizes a being endowed
by time
with
inalienable
rights

My love for you is dancing the color yellow

Of the sun
just as bright;
the world's light

soft as dandelion,
a blast of wild flower
withinfinite prairie

the glow of camp & a forest night
a porch lantern
caressed by the breeze

the caged canary
deep in the mine
My beating heart

what words are

there
to comfort

weakness


when your love dies

and you're left
alone

to sorrow


and you're right
alone

tomorrow?