The tears when I first see you taste no different than when you leave.

Where does the time go?

The stars in your eyes are almost blinding, but provide me clarity.

The suffocation helps me to breathe.

You hold my hand through this parody.
As we wilt to grow.

You fade into consciousness.
No, it did not feel like a slumber,
nor does it feel like night or day.

This new found scenario
Oddly left you without confusion.
Almost without looking you knew,
you were in a cell.
Bars closed, but left unlocked.
No one is there to make you stay
You know what to do.

You head towards the cell gate,
Walking without feeling the ground push back against your feet.
As you walk out, you find more cells as far as the eye can see.
With a lack or surprise you look into one and see yourself.
So you take a seat.

This reflection of you separated, seen in tears.
You watch the show; yourself.
And the moment your focus becomes absolute,
Everything around dissolves,
Replaced with a hospital room.
But you remained in good health.

Now you don't see another form.
You seem to be one.
The same feet that felt nothing,
tremble under their own weight
As if the floor that did not make itself known before
Was pulling you with the strength of our sun

Eyes fixed in a stupor
On the elder relative that had once stood with beating heart and warm skin
He's dead
He's gone
From seeing to feeling the emotion
You understand it's the state you're in
These tears are not hollow as you believed the cells had been

The moment you reach this understanding,
You fade back and see yourself.
You stand up with elegance and ease,
And walk down the cells as if to see what's in store.
Window shopping yourself.
A different version, a different age behind every bar.
The floor still absent to your feet,
The only thing pushing is the natural desire to explore.

What do you think of when you hear;
Prison?

One would observe the habits
Of the black cloud of bats
Once a day, at the same time
For as long as they have kissed life
Have moved as one out their cave
Tasting the open air easing lungs filled with cavern grime
Only in the midst of darkness
The stars oblivious to the sunshine

A stray speck
One would think part of the cloud that escapes daily
But wanders astray from parts unknown
He sings
You can clip my toenails
But you can't clip my wings
In what most would guess was confusion at a first glance
Was truly nothing of the sort
He enters the cave confidently
Continuing his song with determination, an angel with a task
My skin is my mask
He enters

Neither the cloud that was once a seasonal storm
Nor the speck
Was ever to be seen to leave
The stars now know what sunshine is
And you start to recognize
The truth took its form

-Bitter-
I gasp for the same breath you exhale
To me like sugar, but far more sweet
I grasp to the drug I call your heartbeat
You are the boat
You are the wind and sail

As I embark a trip so promising.

-Sweet-
What am I grasping to?
This question brings a tear to my eye
         Why?
I ask what, not who
A question more bitter, somehow tastes better
Knowing the tear is the answer that would upset her
And as if in a snap, the tear takes shape
Part of me believes you are just a means for my escape

Oh how bittersweet is loves blossoming.

Trudging along in slow melancholy,
The child,
Side by side with his mother asks,
"Why?"

She says, "I'm sorry,
But it has been a while.
Four, long, full moons like no other,
Making for another passing by."

"I know. Time has passed,
But I do not want right now this sorrow.
I know it will not last, but..."
The child looks up in innocent youth,
"Can't we go tomorrow?"

"Easy now, young one," the mother calmly in return
"For it is with great honor we knew my brother at all in this life.
And with death, we learn."


Look at the elephants in their fascinating way,
How they remember where a fellow member lay grave after many of day.
If only we could know what their calls truly say.

****** happens
Has there been one culture
Rendered in isolation
That did not rid another being of its sensation
Everywhere you see
It's almost sadistic
Making death depressing
Then turning it into a statistic
Truth becomes cryptic
I miss it
So now songs,
My brain in silence sings,
About believing I had wings
Take over
Do I need them?
Yes
Is this freedom?

What a sight to see
Your perfection shining through my flaws
A reflection so pure the universe comes to a stop
Pauses in applause
She declaws the frightened dog that learned to act one with the wolves
It pulls me
Yet pushes me greater
For my soul it is the knower of all
The wisest translator
The pen
And paper