Who Am I?
A nature device with city eyes
and ***** fingers with too short nails.
A product of the technology era
prone to disconnect on the worst occasions.
Peeling hands that tremble and shake
with conversations just a little too thin.
Resurrect a god and ask him why left.
the moon will not answer your dying breath.
who am i?

Slowly as if on a dying breeze
She walks through hollow leaves,
just a beacon of who she
use to be and all of creation
hears her simple melody of
life and love and things in between.
She throws danger off with a shrug,
and dances to only the summer sun.
Only life knows her story but
it is untold. Just a memory -
a slow rising defeat. On the eve
of a dying reason, she walks
out to the ocean and falls asleep.
To be reborn in rabbit's skin
and dragonfly eyes.

can i be dreaming once again,
i just want to completely descend
and wake up along your shores.
letting the moon control the tide,
we'd walk for miles out to the
deepest blue spaces. i know
your mind is the labyrinth
that i could easily get use to.
would you allow me to get
completely lost in you? you
are something i can't find
until i close my eyes. take
my hand and breathe against
my face the words you swore
would not end. speak to me
only of the dawn, but not
of waking from our home.
let me remain, even if it's a lie,
completely caught up in
everything that is so you. I
won't ever beg for rescue, as
long as your hand stays with mine.

is it such a sin
to forsake everything
for a small amount
of happiness? To reduce
yourself to ashes
and be washed up
anew on sand. If
death is certain
and life is the beginning
then why can't love
be the middle chapters?