I want to hold you until a certain time
of day when the sun lays his head
on the winter grass, gazing steadily unto you.
We turn our eyes and avert meager glares and
What makes this day unlike any other?
The telltale signs of freedom and solitude
among the dreams and fairytaled wonders we foresaw.
I want to hold you one last time.
Buried deep in the ocean's array of waves
The screaming nights
The deep silence
And the stillness of
Blue and somber white, I ask that
you ponder in your waking dreams and solid songs to bare the fruits with these eyes
like children and horses and such.
Naked and trembling. You frighten me.
Words of a thousand suns are witness.
They cross out the years of servitude and grace.
Absolutions. They yearn
to survive until they crave mortality.
I am about to give way. To see you with fresh sight,
hear the voice of another betrayal. Thus far,
there is only One
I have never seen
I have never heard
I have never known.
itself, shuns itself.
We wait in silence and petulance,
longing for a day to last
a thousand days
"I fear I may lose myself
before our first kiss..."
Fifty calls later
we still talk
Not the wildfires
Not the rainstorms
Just this beating
of the clock...
"The vibrato of this gypsy dance
Wanes under the midnight sun"
It's blue and amber all at once. In those brief
moments, i imagine a future for us.
A flutter of a smile passes. A deep sigh.
I hear a million tones of "maybe",
watch the moon fade.
The blur stays with me long after.
It covers up a hollow beating and
a thrill of the unsaid and unmet.
You cast that vermillion border
and glance at me with unswept eyes
Your voice holds pain and the comfort
I have journeyed you a hundred years.
The wind gets caught
in your waves. You throw us back to sea
I hunger for you,
the clamor of rocks that descend into darkness
and the clouds that hide your secret skies.
The ecstasy of you in the very
pit of me waits to come out
and engulf me once more.
We looked at the stars
and the moon to navigate
within the time and spaces of our confines
I see the lunar ricepaddies give their soft glow
and well-lit veins tremble under thin tranquil clouds
Once, I had no home
Tossed in the waves of uncertainty and disbelief,
I looked to the stars and further
for patterns of usefulness
The bright lights were glaring
while the empty seas inside turned dark
I found no reflection.
A minute passes.
I’m miles ahead of where I used to be
you make me flutter,
you make me scatter,
then you make me tatter.