Flickering
    In the waters
Are tiny omitted truths
   Regressed to the depths
Just light enough to prove

Theory
    On the current
Perspective from the raft
  No forecast foretold
A blind mans craft

    In the eye of the storm
In the calm
     Of its wake
Reflections
    Shine clearer
   He'll get
What he can take

Numb by the cold wind
   Of the storms of past
Clinging to the feeling
He's letting down the mast

For he has no need
Of a light house beaming
Those flickering omitions
    Are the light
       Of how he's feeling

Whisper
  That you
Missed her
Ever softly
In her ear

Whisper
   Won't you
Mister
Loud enough
   For her
To hear

Tell your lover
  That you love her
That you'll always
    Hold her dear

Tell her
  Young feller
If you hope
To keep her
       Near

A desolate dying star
      burns bright
Hot is its surface
    Warming the night

Dence is its mass
As it pulls at the stars
Orbiting around it
Self conscious of scars

The white dwarfs watched
Listened and learned
As the dying star taught
Of a death well earned

Amongst dwarfs and novas
The star radiated wisdom
Passing down secrets
Until it's implosion

   Sinking
        Into
  The fabric
       Of space

Leaving
    A dark black hole

Pulling at the stars
    Still burning bright

The continuum
    Holds its soul

The lone fisherman
Casting lines afar
He had me chasing tales
Of far off shooting stars

A fly fisherman
His cast,  his own art
High in the sky
He fly fishes with heart

His lines, so well crafted
I watched him capture the moon
The lone MasterBaiter
Casting lines from his bed room

In Somnia
     We don't sleep at night
So we tend to dream in the day
   Never fully knowing
If we're ever fully awake

Today
   I felt an earth quake
And it made my life shake
  & I wondered
        Is this
    My
      wake?

I heard whispers
    On the wind
Of a tornado
    As it spinned
& I pondered
   Are these my sins

A tsunami
    Came on me
And it calmed me
   As it thundered
& I wondered
   Am I really
A
   W
       A
           K
               E

           In Somnia
   We can't sleep at night
So we tend to dream in the day
  Never fully knowing
If we're ever fully awake

I miss you
But someday soon
My aim will improve

You're the reason I believe in ghosts
I try to convince myself that I'm going mad
when I see your pale face against the morning sunrise
when I see your brown hair
the flowers in it are still as vibrant as before
when I stand stagnant and look at myself in the mirror
seeing nothing about myself you could have loved
feeling my collarbone -- the last place you kissed
I touch it tenderly, as if I could break it
and I try endlessly to search for answers
that I almost get lost in thought
about your pink lips and brown eyes
But I remember your body
like the L-train map
I could never forget
the feel of your thigh
the curve of your spine
I remember the scent of your blood
You thought of your body as a haunted house
and there was nothing you could do to escape it
how your skin turned purple at the touch
and how I got drunk one night and cried
thanking every ounce of blood within you for continuing to run
even though you tried so desperately to stop it in its tracks
The first time we met
you swallowed me soul
and I never asked for it back
I tried for months
to drown myself in my own tears
but you still haunt my heart
I lie in bed and I can see your silhouette
outlined next to my fragile, shivering body
still craving your warmth
sometimes I hear your moans that haunted me
even when we were still together
I close my eyes and pretend that the
moon shining through my window
is your pale, glowing, glorious face

the forgotten walk alone
but they remember all,
the bent stop signs
and battered shopping mall

the hollow look in their eyes
says more than their condition
the soul's rooms are unkept
the emptiness blurs their vision

the forgotten know pain
they know sanity and lack of it
only experience can teach
burns result from something lit

bring together the forgotten
and they will only separate
for we act on experience
and it is much too late