You are shimmering satin
I’ve tended, mended, and woven
Each stitch whispered
Into patches of petals.
You unfurl
As vast translucent joy
Dappled light emerging
Belting an unbridled melody
A vision born from threads I’ve sewn

Abandoned, Still, Silent,
only the dust is moving
dancing a noiseless perpetual waltz.
Here and there a mote
intersects the silent sun,
(that slips in through broken glass)
picking out the rainbow rays.
Just the quick perception
of mouse and bird
to observe the shafts of coloured light
that they do not comprehend.

Above the pulpit
marble eyes look out,
and stone lips
caught in the act
cry out
"Why have you forsaken Me?"
Immobile hands are pinned
out wide,
to receive the world.
They cannot open the door
but wait
for someone to come.

You talked in poetry
And I leaned in closer with each line
Another day, another act of folly
Reset only with prose and sunrise

I still think about you
But do you too?
When Laying at night
With everything dark in sight
Counting the ceiling fan blades
As your awakeness don't fades
Yet staring at nothing to see
Do you still think about me?

It's 3 a.m.
Just like yesterday
dangling under the sword
of Damocles
Just wondering
Will it take a lifetime
for the thread
to break

Cardboard and concrete
The gutter dance
Poison slithers thru their veins
Comatose victims of pain

Public litter
Use to call him Dave
Detached distain
On public display

From the inside, out
Voices dither
Skeletons wither
Chaos soon will rain

***** dreams
Dumpster fein
Needle malaise

Unseen, invisible
A scab of existence
Bleak
Underbelly
Deranged

Demise
White
Porcelain
Overflowing
Unashame­d
Last vein

I've been watching patterns in nature lately, savoring their beauty.
We are born,
unfolding,
into the world's natural grid,
painting the infinite canvas.

I finally see that we are one and the same in this cycle,
interconnected.
So different,
yet so familiar.

The trees structured like our lungs,
our veins like the vast rivers.
Our hearts pulse,
and so do the shore waves.
I look into the stars swimming in the antimatter,
and they look back at me.
Among them I see your eyes,
like two suns,
radiating warmth onto my soul,
reaching evey corner of my being.

I will never forget the time we had,
how it colored my world's canvas.