Cold toes
are not like frozen fingers
which can linger intertwined
in the fingers of another.
Cold toes freeze alone.

I'm just a shadow beneath your feet. Do you see me? Feel me? Hear me breathe? I'm behind you every step of the way, everyday, in every single way. I want to be close to you. Closer than i already am. Press your body against mine. You're not close enough. Let me breathe you in, hold you in, let you in...to my heart. I don't want to part from you or let you go but I have been there and done that twice before. I'll go back to the days when you stayed with me and said you missed me. But those memories are in my head and they float around before I go to bed. I dream of a day when memories are all that we make and take each one with us to the grave. I saved a piece of my heart for you , don't break it, just take it, and make it, mold it, fold it, into something new. Something you can treasure and keep forever, or maybe throw away whenever.

I think ordinary things
Are beautiful- sanding outside,
Freezing, looking at a busy parking lot, beautiful
In a halo of streetlight illumination, pockmarked with
Shadows of wondering people.

And I want nothing more than to
Reach behind me,
Feel your warmth, find your hand, hold you,
Let you see through my eyes, our eyes.

As I stand, though,
Cool night air bites into me.
No searing, comforting heat available,
Only me. Looking outwards, finding
Beauty?

Where goes the time when it flies?
Simplified by expression, and stained by clarity.
Smudge by lucidity
smeared by simplicity
tainted by intelligibility.
Tempus fugit as in time flies.
Sharply distressing with painful feelings
to the point of mental instability
morning or night
we become possessed with its mystic dealings.

Where goes the time when it runs?
Not a solitary explanation is found.
It happens and it won’t stop
until life terminates as well
without cause.
Derived of rationalisation
lacking understanding
short of justification
bursting with vindication
persistently and with conviction.

Where goes the time when it sails?
From the second that we’re born.
Where were we existing?
We cannot be so sure
Cannot recollect the past
Not for the first five of our years
Memory so blur, so shadowy
Hazy with distortions
obscure and confusing
Unit our mind starts slowly to recollect.

Where goes the time when it escapes?
The chronology of life so mysterious.
Nothing can solve its ambiguity
for time is a complex case
with an infinity of secrets.
What’s the obsession when we have so many setbacks
drawbacks and obstacles
obstructions and conundrums
to take care of before time perishes away
and leaves us stranded in oblivion.

Oh time, you magnificent of all mysteries,
the high and mighty of ambiguities.
Show us mercy and explain
we are not detectives of secrecies
your spell with us reflects on the whodunits.
Oh time of things past and yet to come
give us a clue as to what is to derive!
“Remember”
it softly replies “Make most of your lives”
“Once I fly away no one can have a replay”.

Its funny how the past reminds us of what’s to come.
And its strange how one look into her eyes and the feelings that plagued my bones come rushing back.
The same feelings I drained bottle after bottle to escape, pleading with fate to look the other way as I refused to enter the door it moved heaven and earth to open.
All the time spent in silent pursuit comes flooding back.
The hours when sleep abandoned me for fear I’d go on dreaming.
For a moment, just a moment, I close my eyes, and I remembered what it felt like to make you laugh.
Followed closely by that sinking feeling, the one that fooled me into believing we were meant to be.
In that moment I realised time hadn’t healed anything; it only led me to believe I’d left well enough alone.
Beneath the defence of “I’ve moved on” lay a boy still frightened at the thought of trusting his heart.
Just know it’s not that I never love you my dear; it was I was too scared, Too scared to tell you how I felt and just how much I cared.

They look in the windows to see if I'm sleeping,
Through the sills and holes they'll come a creeping.
Darkness and shadows and scary things fun,
Will always keep you up on the run.
They mess with your mind so you see things at night,
They're bark is far worse than their sharp bite.
You might think about how they aren't real,
But do you ever realize what they come and steal?
Sanity, sweet dreams, and peace of mind,
Are what they feast on, they take what they find.
Ghosts and goblins and all thing frightening,
What they bring is not to my liking.
Pray for your children with all of your might,
When you go to tuck them in at night.
Pray for sweet dreams and safety throughout,
Pray for demons through the night without.
And when they come and curl up in your bed,
You know what came and found them instead.

She lied there breathless almost, blushed and bare,
For whom a statue I was, designed to stare
At those light eyes, pale skin, golden hair
Speechless I was, wanting much to declare.
Yet I, though mere, to this goddess aspired
I took by cunning theft her soft breaths with Love's fires
That burned and took her air, yet fueled newer desires
And incited pleasure, till she from passion retired
And not immortal time or anything heaven sent
Could some guilt evoke in me, or cause me to repent
Of my lustful theft, for which my deity gave consent
Lying there so calmed of a passion fueled and spent!

Envision the black hands;
tendrils of fingers
entomb you in the opaque void
stars that spill
like glitter from containers
a never ending mess of
wishes wished upon
tenfold
that slowly fall
and lightly kiss
the earth goodnight
as the moon lulls
cacophony to a
slow murmur
and your senses
take load
your back begins to bend
in submission of things
you'd much rather think
about at a later time
thoughts that race
people that pry
into the darkness
the night that welcomes
curing the calamity
hands that grip yours
arms that offer
a temporary hide
are you so sure
you've forgotten me?