I know I should be sleeping,
but the clock reminds me,
that I still sleep alone.

I should be sleeping,
but the emptiness of this place,
has never let it be a home.

Today I watched a wounded
deer, struggle off the road,
his legs partially broken,
and his head deeply bowed.


And I said a prayer for that
place in which he lives,
because I live there far too often-
granted I've no broken bones,
to speak of,
but some hearts live in coffins.

I know I should be sleeping,
but the clock reminds me,
that I still sleep alone.

Somewhere deep inside
the depths of me,
there must be music,
even though the strings are broken.

All of these dreams,
and all of these ghosts,
I chased are gone.
And all of these hopes,
I held so high,
have simply moved on,
and so have I.
-dm (c) 2015

TODAY.
Abs_nce (e)

missing letters like missing
words,
like missing faces,
we don’t talk the way we used to,
and I am momentarily saddened by old songs,
and a dying keyboard,
as I retype the word,
“today”
like a fish gasping for air,
but still no water rushes in,
no swift tide,
to carry my heart
away.

-dm (c) 2014

Significant,
how smiles,
convert to heartbreak,
and somber moments,
feign joy-

When heart?
Will you stop
reminding me,
of hopes
crushed?
closest
moments to flight,
brushed,
aside
for the impact
of ground,
As I spiral down,
wax wings melting now.

When heart?
Will you stop
betraying me,
with a memory,
of a warm hand,
with a memory,
of a stolen kiss,
or a secret smile?

When will you
heal or at
least grow
cold and let me
sleep in dream,
stop beating,
so that I might not
hope.

and yet,
hope and dreams are dangerous things,
they can be your noose- or they can be your wings.

Is it with regret and shame
You speak my name?
Or have you forgotten the promises,
You made in my arms?

Staring at a blank text,  
Wishing my heart would stop aching so I could find words to express
This ocean.

So dive into this headlong,  
Lord knows the hearts already been broken.

What have I to lose?

I admit I've stolen,
Dashed to ashes candied crushes,
Failing and dappled in folly,
And splendor,
Lies and licorice silk,
Slipped the silent shroud of sweet
Songs, sang from another liars lips.
I admit the shame of dried apricots and figs, to dirges that dig my very grave.
Dig swift sad hands for in the morning,
We wake like lost lanterns that forgot  the light still shines,  yet secretly carry the warmth in our bellies. Buried and broken. To meet only furnaces dappled in fury,
And foreboding,
Lavished in fire fumes,  forever.

I found that the distance I intend,
and the distance I keep,
are far from the same.

I find the train you follow
and the train you take,
are far from the same
mistake to make.

Quick and quiet goes the
swift sound of swirling gears,
making moments of thought,
distant and near.

It is found that passion and
agony are as close as life and death-

All in the same breath.

(c) Dm 2015

After a day.

after a day of being around friends
and family,
the night seems too quiet-
sometimes all I want,
is a warm hand to hold,
a soft kiss on the cheek
to chase away the cold,
but I have hope,
for better days,
summer’s rays,
upon my face,
to find my place.
To finish with worthiness,
the race.

dm 2014

Cold winds may howl,
and dark days may unfurl their
angry voices over us,
but we will not grow lost,
nor be covered in frost,
nor forgotten in the dark
for we hold the gem that glimmers,
and smolders even in snow,
for we hold the heart of love,
each the others,
and these secrets only
we two may know,
only we two,
lovers.

Warm breezes will sing,
and bright haze will fill our
laughing souls,
so we will drink in the sight,
and dance in summer night,
We'll be married with a love that simmers,
for we hold the kiss of love,
each the others,
and these secrets only
we two may share,
only we two
constant with love,
lifelong lovers,
sharing this intimacy,
only we two,
me and you,
for eternity.
(C)  2016 DM

A NEW WAY TO FALL.
The canvas
of hearts,
break,
spilling,
sparks,
and candle light,
until weariness,
births,
dirges of
yesterday,
in silent parks,
and empty cars,
and forgotten streets,
and tears,
streaming down
your cheeks
while you drive
home, broken,
and alone.

-but we fly
as high as
these paper wings
will carry us,
until they burn,
and we learn,
a new way to fall.

DM (c) 2015

As I love you,
you are sunsets over dusty
desert canyons,
As I love you,
you are bird song
sung over harps.

As I love you,
I am fearful,
we will not laugh
as we once did.
I am afraid I ask too
much,
from your broken
heart,
I am mindful of your forgotten,
starlings burried long ago,
sleeping in soil,
and earth,
and root and
stone.

But darling,
they do not sleep alone.

Dm (c) 2015