I heard the song
Of a London bird
Last night
Outside my window pane
Softly she flew
Into a dream
And with her
Endless ocean eyes
And feathers
Painted red
She sang
Of love
And loathing
Bitter tears
Kind smiles
Longing
For fingertips
Touching
Sultry skin
That was
Too far
Apart
Too measure
But only
A dream away
Lost stories
Only found
In darkness
Love
Unnoticed
Unreturned
Unfelt
Undying
My heart
Grow heavy
As I listened
Sitting alone
Inside
Knowing
If I looked
Outside
She
Would not
Be there
All I could
Do was listen
And
Wish
That I had
Wings
That I might
Join her
In dreams
In darkness
In hope
In her songs
And nest

You are the bright oasis in a dark lonely desert.
You are the playful butterfly kissing my cheek.
You excel at pulling my heart strings,
But the social butterfly you are-
You forever flutter to flower to flower;
Petals licked and devoured.
Anything serious teeter-totters.
Anything Real topples over.
You ARE a Great Escape.
One to ride and pass over;
A brief flash and thunder.
Oh, what a Scream you are!
I want to scream.

You are only for my fantasies
Just for my dreams

There is no chance for us
in stark reality

Trust is the timid pet staying for breakfast
then running away

Desire, the sad, pale clouds of nostalgia

Love is the ghost moon
disappearing by noon.
No us exists by light of day.

We believe in nothing we say
My heart is heavy but doesn't ache
My heart is lonesome, but okay.

You are sweet in fantasy
By noon, I want you dead.

You and I speak only in whispers
No living out loud, no shouts
The softest fragmentary conversation
Static in the wind
Slow starts and stops
Communication lost
Please try again
Whispers
Please try again
No love or living out loud
Hugs and kisses hidden in the dark
Silent screaming
Frustration & agony
In the silent gloom, our loves grows pale like mushrooms

Drops of dampness in the dark
Fizzling out the weakest spark
Only in whispers
careful looks & timid gestures
Silent, hidden prisoners
No love or living out loud
No shouts of happiness or promises
Only silence
Hushed whispers of longing
Silent screaming
Frustration Agony
You and I speak,
But only in whispers.