The present tides of time
wash ashore the textures of
the slender spirit of happiness
that run through every
sand grain of my soul
Leaving a feeling
only art could create
in the form of a smile

Holding you tight
won't keep you
close enough to
aid the aching from
the lingering stench
of fire smoke that stains
my skin and reminds
me of that heart
I will always be
unable to grasp.

Projection of my heart from
your eyes is like the pitter
patter of raindrops that
catapult themselves against the
window, splattering my soul into
slumber for the sky to replace
me with something you desire.

Pause feelings.
Listen to the bells of
the birds that chime to
announce the time to condition
this heart of the cold inner winter
that sprouted only bandaged tape
around my front door.
      
My dry throat cried the desire for
this lid to be removed that
sealed me in the musky air of memories.
Dehydrated, the taste of the unstained
wind of sanity satisfied my flesh and
soul from those hours told from the
tower of uninvited illusions.

The hissing of the echoes of those
lies are now buried beneath the rolling
tides that tickle me for the once
felt feeling of happiness.

Catching the smiles that
sound those three words
from your lips in our net
made of promises and truth that
makes my heart melt away,
blunting the razorblade of thought
that another hearbeat will
one day haunt me from your finger.

After the storm
          After all has been
              broken, bruised, beaten and
                                            burnt to the core

The fire leaves the ashes,  the dust,
                                the desire and must to
                                               cling and hold on to
                                                           what was before

But after the storm
          And after all has been
                   broken, bruised, beaten and
                                                             ­    burnt -

I still need you
          And you still need me.