There are words
that are left unspoken
to the ears that will never hear.
There are hearts
that now are broken
and lives that died in fear.
~~
And we ask
the empty questions
to the vast and bitter cold.
And we grasp
at our aggressions
and leave our secrets still untold.
~~
Is a soul
void of compassion
and so blackened by its rage?
Is it blind
to resolution,
to the illusion on the stage?
~~
There were words
of desperation;
for mercy they did call
to the ears
of Lost Salvation,
who'd died long before his fall.

Somewhere between going
and gone,
I left a piece of me.
Somewhere between going
and gone
I sang between two keys.
Never quite this way
or that.
Never reaching high enough,
or sinking low enough.
I would vacillate
and it left me prostrate -
lying face down
somewhere between going
and gone.
Somewhere between going
and gone
he seduced me.
Somewhere between going
and gone
I sang between two keys
never quite his key
or yours.
Never giving quite enough
but taking far too much.
So I would castrate
and underestimate
that your love for me was
somewhere between going
and gone.

There you are
On the other side of something
We call time and space.
But it is so much more
Than air
Between us.
There you are
And I can feel you reaching
I can feel your breath
Upon my neck.
I can smell your sweetness
Desiring me.
There you are
On the other side of life
The mirror tells me
You are there
On the other side of something
And I reach for you
I reach for the curve of your face,
The arch of your back,
The firmness of your yearning,
The silk on the top of your foot.
There you are
On the other side of something
I can’t quite find
The path to you
But there you are.
Always.
There.

If you think I don't notice...
your absence...
the silence that echo's
on my page
and in my ear...
you are not listening
to the breeze of my wings
as I soar past your window
everyday
and every night
on the return to my nest.
I am here.
Just look out your window.
I hear your silence
and I see your absence...
and I miss you.

I let go of a
string
that tangled my mind
and left me hanging
from the edge of the past...
swinging, swaying, sad.
I let go
and floated
down
down
down.
Gently, I caught myself.
I was there all along
waiting, wondering...when
I would trust myself enough
to let go of the
string.

My words come
with labor
for there are few sounds
that utter my sorrow.
The words sink
within me,
fading down into all
the memories of your face
your smile
your hands
your touch.
The words now
escape me; they are swallowed
by visions of you
on the horizon.
I dare not turn away
for fear
they will sink
fade
and be swallowed
with time.