Your name
burns my skin
grabs hold of me
tightly
and leaves
bitter taste
on my tongue
I was yours to devour until nothing remained
and with closed eyes
I will speak your name
one last time

This old soul brought back to learn,
to live with joy,
to live with pain.
This old soul's alone again.

Seeking out the light in shadows,
cast over from the old divide.
Swallowed in waves of emotion,
castaway among'st the tide.
Ego bashed, within an inch,
within a moment of each life.
This old soul and new beginnings,
reaching for the other side.

The whys or where's
nor the for art thous
or the perhaps now
I know not
the love me nows
nor loved me then
or even the when
I know not
the cerulean sky
nor the indigo goodbye
or the softest sigh...
I know not
when words tried
nor when the rhythm died
or Poetry became a lie
I know not
the how's or wherefores
or keeping score
but
I know when
love of something
begins to end
bleeding from lacerations
bashed against rocks...
*I know then...

Go out side and sit down,
Leave everything inside,
Your phone,
Your laptop,
Everything,
Just sit outside and listen,

Listen to the world,
Just listen.

And maybe just maybe you see peace.