These are truly dark days
They walk in rows
Week after week after week

Solemnly treading between
One lifetime and the next

Intoxicated

These dark days whisper
softly and with shadowy eyes

Intoxicated

A thousand quiet voices
like distant bells
Low and cavernous

Fading into black daylight

Infatuation is exhilerating
And often deceiving
But i wont stop thinking about your smile
Although we

Never again

Will meet

You remind me
Of summer rain
And afternoons spent in that hazy
Green and
gray

Someone stop me
Because something’s begun
That etherial warmth
Wind between the trees
And raining  in the sunlight

I’m afriaid that this will end
Before it’s really begun

And I try to

Distance
From


But
everytime I think

The rain trickles down

And I can’t stop

Revel in the times of  uncertainty and strife, for they are also filled with a youthful wonder- that lawless search in the pouring rain.

And know, because the search must end,
That comfort is a tight restraint
And security is a shackle.

You might wake up in easy times to find that the lawless aspect of you has suffocated, and that whatever security the restraints gave you is replaced a desperate will to be free.

In your desperation to break the bonds, you will also destroy the ease that binds you.

Tomorrow,
I will think of these interesting days
And wish for them to be new again.

These odd days of
mixed joy and suffering
They have a quality of more-ness, somehow
As if each day could be two.

And when, again, I am in the droning
Repetitive swirl
Then I will wish for these days again.

I am something new and without a story
An empty mold
Because the warm sun touched my face
But there's a part missing
Some memories I didn't make
From the time when I should've been there
But I wasn't anywhere at all.