Was this not what you wanted?

A sliver of hope--
Instead you ended by shivering out on that unsteady-tipping *****.

And for all those somethings, I hadn't  know,
well, I had to let them go.
Now I am, all alone.
But hey, it's not like you would've know--
Too lost to see through your own moats murky waters.

Was it One; Two; or Three;
Captured sirens swimming with you,
within your clouded judgement?

Or is it, One; Two; or Three;
Vile hags trampling with you,
within your undeserving life.

Are you feeling empty yet?
Or are you full of your lies?

It appeared to be a feast--
While in harsh reality, you were plucking at nothing...
Nothing except brittle bones.

Its all a shame,
for it was a dream spun upon spindle--
Lost in a cowards looping *****.

Was this not what you wanted?
                Hmm-
          What a shame...
          What a shame...

you asked me
what i saw
when i held your face
in my hands

you asked me
what i saw
when i stared
up at the sky

you asked me
what i saw
when i looked
over your shoulder
to the ocean

you asked me
what i saw
when i couldn't take my eyes
off the page
of the book
open
in my lap

you asked me
what i saw
when the sunlight
stretched across
your chest
and warmed your heart

and all i could do
was kiss you
and smile

because
words
are like silence

and sometimes
they can be too much

are the monochromatic colours
not
enough for you?

black and white
like the gaps
filled between your hand
and my hand

music
notes
on the paper
that blows away
with the grey
rolling off
the sea

slam the keys
the way your lips
and your gaze
slams into me

and read the lines
and the gaps
between
that represent
sweet poetry
under
the pale moon
and the daunting sky

is it the dark
or the moonlight
that makes the
sad
shadows
fall across
our open arms?

There's a starling
singing soprano
in the dogwoods,
such happiness.

Time evaporates
as if a firefly's ember,
gone,
that quick.