Colors blur and time becomes more than a little unstuck
Lavender and amber pour in through shutters
Slitted and still as my hazy eyes
Cool sharp breezes trickle in with muted light and
Run like the slow teasing slide of knives against my cheeks
Goosebumps and the heady scent of last night's incense
I am cold in the early morning light and it pulls me from a dream
Barely awake, blinded and chilled and alone
But my lips are alive in a memory and though my throat is dry
I find my quiet mouth seeking to fill the
Silence with the momentary ghost of your name

Trapped again in my own ivory cage
My green locks and a little girl's pink cheeks
Make her smile and let her pull a curl
All the things that will make us smile
Will make us hurt just as much
I've seen army backpacks and business man's shoes
Would you guess that I'm counting down?
Less time than I have patience to let peacefully pass
And more to do than I wish I could
I hate traveling without boots laced snug
And the woman who sat next to me paid
Heed only to her Vouton until I saw her looking
My eyes on powdered mountain tops
And hers casting envy on the weaving yarn in my hands
But most of all the things I've lost
I wish I hadn't missed the moment
When the struggling plane crept up and through
The silky puffed ceiling and I lost sight of you

Wild hearts will roam
And those I love will leave me behind
But I can't wonder why
Because I have done the same to so many
Running both from and to
I've left the ones who'd otherwise follow
Without a word good-bye
Haste and fool-hardiness carried me far
I'd imagine you're the same
Wordlessly I'll watch you go and smile
Knowing what you never will
You and I are the ruthless, shapeless same

Cuticles burn and nails curve
Scratching silent yearnings into wood
I yearn, ceaselessly
Splinters bite and rage
But do not fill me with doubt
Stippled marks made by callous fingertips
I yearn for something less than subtle
Less than ideal and far more shapely
Hands cramp as branches crack
Unwavering, I'm asking
Will you yield and come to grips
With becoming my creation?

****** up and falling fast
I'm reminded that even now
all I think about is you.
Are you listening?
Listening now?
Aching, shaking, asking
for no one but you.
Tings ringing, remember
much as I'd like to
I can't sing something
beautiful, Beautiful.
You hate the idea but I
wonder how I look to you.
Want to rest my head
in the roots of your omnipresence.
Fill my heart and I'll be
the inside of your silent arms.
Call me breaking, call me
giving up and falling in.
Find me close and I promise
I'll find a way to be closer still.