broken thoughts blister as the sun itself beating upon your untouched beds of sand,
your love is not washed away in the sand,
yet after years and years of waiting.. it seems even the lifeless have a tomorrow,
bring the moon to the earth and smash the rocks upon the glass,
may we drink in revelry,
die in breaches of the daybreak,
when the soulless whispers of the day passed reach your beating ears,
may we never part.

Roasted shadows,
Maws opening upon,
High-grace bones,
Your face glistening,
Moist memories of days past,
Pulling the rope,
Futures intertwined in hope,
Gracious hosts don’t mend,
Not the ghosts as they,
Float along the coast.

time has always been short,
knocking on our doors.
winds converge,
long lost brothers,
flow about eachother,
honoring time lost.
nay time grows,
shorter still,
deadline is here,
no time to meet.
off you go,
without saying good bye.
a thought hangs near,
words, “three months.”
how long truly,
can three months be?
lest we die before it comes,
we shall know the length,
soon, every detail.
yet, I yearn to bear witness,
a single time,
on your face.
time goes on,
I will miss you,
hoping daily,
the time gets shorter.

though perhaps small,
to me,
it is all,
without those syllables,
ringing in the dark,
the light within,
matches that without,
the words mean all,
petty sounds,
matters not how small.

every day,
holds a surprise.
every sigh of the wind,
a gift.
nay, when you least expect,
the world itself,
may reach to embrace.
you find in the hardest times,
there’s a glimmer of light,
possibly,
a glimmer of hope.
out from the dark,
the one you care about,
will care back.
standing there with no hope to move,
your light stands in the dark.
beckoning.

oasis
waterfall of lava,
flows over me,
as I walk through the day,
the ledge remains,
over Head,
steaming scarlet sludge,
falling in arrays,
of patterns around me,
everything becomes so,
Hot.
I flinch and cower,
from the heat,
radiating,
there you stand in front of me,
throwing tendrils turquoise,
through the flame,
enveloping me,
I reach to you,
my one source of calm.

isolation,
seems as desolation,
the best in la vie,
you just can’t see,
world indeed seems bleak,
alone on the peak,
what is the point,
of being good,
when you are the only one,
the virus without food,
the urge to run.