Still searching for something...

I silently shifted past silhouettes of strangers for I am a shadow formerly named.

Someone said you felt the same, a sorceress seeking solitude inside a spire, a safe haven for all those stolen souls.

She was of the sea and softly spoke to me sowing smoke in weaves but I knew of no vowels that could commit her senses and yet sentences slowly slid from my mouth stolen by gravity towards the south where soldiers slept beneath the sands of sorrow.

Surrounded by sounds shifting from silence to song something sang sweetly secreting secrets only the stars dared keep.

So I buried my past somewhere in tomorrow somewhere I would never reach nor no longer seek for slumber is my only ally as I succumbed to sleep for the final time surrendering my soul to the valley of shapes and signs.

It was in our breaking
that love ran richest
through my blood.

In the tearing,
of my very soul
that light came rushing in
as if it had been veiled without my knowing.

Only through the tearing of hearts,
did your love have it’s way with me.

Only through infliction did the heart find room to grow.

I want to first thank
my heart

for letting go

And second
my hands

For growing tired
of tirelessly reciting
memories of you.

I’ve long grown quiet.

My heart,
no longer sings for you.

My pen,
no longer bleeds
for you.

Your love was the bloodstream of my words;
The echo of my heart’s song.

Though I am at
a loss for words,
I have learned
to listen close.

I want to first thank my heart,
For letting go

And second, my hands
For growing tired
of tirelessly reciting memories of you

I’ve long grown quiet
My heart
no longer sings for you,
my pen
no longer bleeds
for you.

missing you was
the bloodstream
of my words,
the echo
of my heart’s song.

Though I am at a loss for words,
I have learned to listen close.

He was:
hard to hold
but impossible
to forget.

He could show you forever
In a single glance;
a glimpse into love,
untimely romance.

when I try to understand
the immensity of what I feel;

My heart on the line,
his hand on the reel.