small and nameless, Kronos summons
one such Titan who's born to fate,
to numbered days until fully grown,
to lashes of satin and of stone.
sailing songs into the breeze
lost in skies of hum and tease
failing to see what it all meant
among all the hollow remnants,
of broken kings and pauper wings,
of vacancy and necromancy
our "once we were" and "as we will"
come soothingly upwards into a chill
and we can fight and disagree
until our suns resign and our spirits free,
The Fall creeping, meek and shy
Or when we're ready, after the Fly

For you I'll be down to earth
For me you'll be in the sky
I'll show you what we're worth
And you can teach me how to fly

Wildflower
I found you in the desert
And in the murky gulch
Through the trees
And in between
The mountains' ivory clutch

Wildflower
I've put you in my home
And my faucet is the draught
With which you drink
Like river stream
And early morning trout

Wildflower
I have made a mistake
You grow on hills
Where we don't stay
But in my house
What saves now kills

Wildflower
I let you go

Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.' -W.S Mervin, Separation.

When I look at you and see your face
split from mine by some hands of grace

Those sultry eyes cast from the dawn
Do they wonder where I have gone

And in my palm is space and shadow
And in my heart is grief and sorrow

Once eclipsed by your olive shade
I wander the world lost and afraid

In a different place I hope to find you
In a different face, and a different virtue

tremble
shaking fingers
I disassemble
the visions linger
I've found a way
to live forever
it makes me stay
but I will never
Be what I said
Or what I sang her
So cold this bed
And cold my anger

I stepped outside the door and the threshold snagged my jean. The winter world looked lovely, the cold seemed so serene. The clouds preserved, in blanched waves, the times that I remember. A barren mess now fully dressed that makes me love December.

It isn't right that I'm so teased for just a month or two. But wait a year through hate and fear, I will again think well of you.