This Voyage, This Resurrection

I cannot sleep, thinking:

I cannot give you short, bittersweet, sad, delighting, whimsical love poems.

I can give you short, bittersweet, sad, delighting, whimsical life poems.

In cold, rushing spring and river waters, ash and water-borne soil mix.

A voyage endless.
We too, voyage. Endlessly.

Examine the crevices and ravines that
are the map of your hands.

Your voyage's log, memory storage.

Indestructible.

In the clouds's moisture,
ever recycling, it is kept, stored.

Your hands well recall
the very first caress,
the softness of the skin,
the sweet of the lips,
thirty some long years after.

Dare to dispute?

The original animus,
the anima and the persona combination
the byproduct of blood and tissue,
some call spirit,
some call soul,
is matter that cannot be
destroyed,
nor created.

It only voyages on, the conservation of mass,
our body, our enlivement, our spark.

In cold, rushing spring and river waters,
ash and water-borne soil admix.

From this natural brew, renewal.

The voyage is the resurrection
Life ever after.
Life even before.
Life for ever lasting.

Our voyage is without destination.
Our voyage is our destination.
Our voyage is our resurrection.
Endless. Perpetual.
Eternal.

5:46 am
12/18/18

when you accept the ‘I love you’ invite, coolly quietly
understanding this is but a summarizing way of saying,
let’s enter the gated fence to friendship, locking in & out,
the delving reveals to follow are truths more costly than
any fiction, you see only the too real, how much pain can
exist, survive, be survived, quietly thrive, just beneath the
skin’s preternatural strong thinness, holding us in, together
while yet a sieve, separating the granules of our composition,
the coarser fail to penetrate the finer cells, the molecular level
is where the sensory Alice in Wonderland world coexists with
the blunt exhaustion of so much agony, too much, and in the
early morn these words appear of their owned and freed volition,

do what you must do to repair yourself

...and you confess to understanding that to heal oneself,
you must heal others, and that separate and unequal
sorrows can somehow heal each other, praying for ex,
exfoliation, exhumation, excalibur, expelling all the ex’s
so new skin self repairs, a great miracle that, and that
human reparations are a thing you alone initiate, inhale,
fostering a belief that !we! is the solution, the only...

5:46am
11/28/20

As you walk through the valleys in the shadows of your mind
The clocks begin to unwind
As we get trapped in the ice of frozen time
These are the moments
Where clarity is defined
All our failures single file
As we walk the line
Searching for answers
The dark creeps in like a cancer
It could consume your soul
Regret helps the past spread like mold
Stuck in a hole
The warmth of the sun couldn’t penetrate the cold
Sitting at the riverbanks as you watch it flow
Its here you realize that time just goes and goes
Just then
Butterflies are birthed from crows
The clocks begin to tick
As you begin to age
No longer afraid
Your body expels the rage and all the pain
The sun breaks through the vines
As you turn the page.

I miss you, sweetheart
Without your love tonight
I feel like I am a desert
beneath the pale moonlight!

I can't walk this bank alone
Since you have gone
I feel like I'm a silent stone,
Even I can't trust anyone!

Take all my darkness away
with your light anyway,
You will love me someday
as like the morning ray!

Darling, come to me soon
I don't want the moon
Just let me love you again
because I feel so down!