a glimpse of
what might have been:
the candle
and the blow

pacing the floor
mind filled with nighthawks
stomach with bitter pills

snow on the window sill
--the long winter
of our love

it comes out of the blue
like dead reckoning

thoughts of us
unfinished

a hand withdrawn
the final wager on goodbye

I often wonder
The realness of reality
Like a spiral
Into the endless dream

Old blood darkens
As it leaves my body
From what source
May I speak to you

All the voices
Singing along
All-around

Dancing people
Holding hands
Drinking wines

Speaking verses
Of self-reiterated
Retelling
Of the same story
Again and again

I often wonder
At the beauty of such a view
Of nothing apart from you
Yet to be apart to see you

Voicelessly these thoughts
Perpetually spinning
Talking about
Nothing

Then again
What am I to judge
For they are a part of me
Repeating what I see

Speechless.
I just feel your existence
In bliss...

Oh...
you are so beautiful

River running river deep
Never time to stop and speak
Silverly ripples passing by
Reflecting sunlight in the sky
As I look closer what can I see
It looks like treasure looking back at me
A rock beneath your surface deep
With golden coins for you to keep
Many wishes tossed your way
But what they are you’ll never
say.