Sand spills, passed trembling hands
And the hourglass is too alike a broken mirror
A counter to an image of us, showing us
light hits glass in right and wrong angles
so good, your attempts, just to falter
Oh, to free a Cindered and forgotten
over a bridge so fully burnt and broken
no more, no route to those shores
something funny in this, the feel of forgotten
stars number in the countless, billions
And alone, we all are but the sum of one
staring back, hands trembling

Lighting my way, this the New
brought from hidden reaches
to be good, to feel good
And She, She is another wonder
One that makes me smile,
Catches the eyes,
Her voice like cherubs cries
to touch is to be renewed
another sense of new
There is me, this guy,
the type to quietly Die inside
this loss is familiar
but you promise, you do,
remember? I do.

you know that I know
You,  turn it off
You pretend
Or You say differently
Words we both avoid
Or at least I do,..
What do you know
that I don't also understand
but do I?
I deserve the truth
so, when you said you wouldn't
couldn't, did not want it,... No
I know, You know
you won't cause you don't
Why don't we learn
relax and enjoy our time here
as moments they slip
they fade away
we will also, one day fade
one day when I arrive looking
my mind having focused
committed to the decision
with out tools, guessing
inaccurate and elementary
words don't come so easily
All the time, but maybe
this note will bring up images
of you, and of the past
how things have changed
for the better, for the worst
you know I know you
I knew you

Such a Thing

To see that face everyday
But my wants keep consuming
the games fate plays are abrasive
taking layers and vital parts
and my heart feels several shades
that fall up to sink apart
and multiple layers that all bleed grey
like too much soup in the wicked heat
believe me it is a special ache
Universal to those that know and do
owned only by the honey like memory
and ice storms of simple missing
Thats it, just the lack of them, of it
As I do, caught and caged this fool
Other men, that man I was that man
he knows you and that knowledge is caustic
my insides falling to pieces as you lift him up
I was, and I most likely shall only had been
a film developed before the picture shot
had you and me in it