Those great sweeps of snow that stop suddenly six
feet from the house ...
Thoughts that go so far.
The boy gets out of high school and reads no more
books;
the son stops calling home.
The mother puts down her rolling pin and makes no
more bread.
And the wife looks at her husband one night at a
party, and loves him no more.
The energy leaves the wine, and the minister falls
leaving the church.
It will not come closer
the one inside moves back, and the hands touch
nothing, and are safe.

The father grieves for his son, and will not leave the
room where the coffin stands.
He turns away from his wife, and she sleeps alone.

And the sea lifts and falls all night, the moon goes on
through the unattached heavens alone.

The toe of the shoe pivots
in the dust ...
And the man in the black coat turns, and goes back
down the hill.
No one knows why he came, or why he turned away,
and did not climb the hill.

Seven seas away, waiting on a glimpse of a face

Trying to keep busy with mundane things that do not intrigue or interest

Closing my eyes and watching you as you sleep with your lips slightly parted

I kiss them, you move, you know, you pull me towards yourself

Your embrace keeps me warmer than the heat from a thousand suns

Your pixelated smile on my laptop makes me happier than i possibly think anything can

Wishing that the days would simply fly past without bothering me

Or wishing that you would simply fly right into my arms

As i wait here, thinking of times past

Has it really been that long i ask myself?

It feels like yesterday that i sat on you chair eating that omelette you cooked with loving care

Talking my heart out, knowing not that someday i would walk into that room by myself, close my eyes tight and wish that you magically appeared when i open them

But alas, my childlike mind still believes in miracles

You were too long for the cot, the very first time I met you, I met your toes,
They were cute, and pink, and you had no idea how far you could go
So many steps, and so many years, they carried you so quickly
Your nose was so small, and I couldn't quite comprehend
How you could smell anything at all?
I stole it, I wiped it, you wrinkled it, and you cried on it
Had I known then, how hurried time would go
I'd remember much more, than your cute, tiny, pink toes
She came along so soon, you hadn't even spoke your name
And before a year had passed, ten toes, became twenty

You were too small for your hair, curled round your face like a mop
It was dark, and grew round your ears, way beyond your years, but
You grew into your hair, faster than I anticipated, and I couldn't quite comprehend,
How it had grown there at all?
I brushed it, I plaited it, you undone it, and you matted it
Had I known then, how hurried time would fly
I'd remember much more, than your hair brushed to one side
You both grew so fast, and I barely even noticed
While I was there you looked the same, then I came away
And, Oh, how things changed.

Your hand brushed against mine, heat slithered up my thigh,
A python of mystery and allure, temptations offering more.
I tried to avoid your eyes, to avoid facing all those lies,
But I wanted us to burn, deep into the sheets, igniting skin,
Skin on fire, liar liar, pants on fire.

I wanted nothing more, than to send you up in flames
Smoke dancing around your lungs, tightening your chest
The way I couldn't breathe, when you played such cruel games.
I longed for your eyes to sting, in a way you couldn't rest
Eyes on fire, liar liar, pants on fire.

And when we come up for air, with sweat upon our brows,
But not enough to put these flames out,
I hope you inhale the way you made me feel
And I'll watch it lick you, the way I didn't any more,
Into the sorriest ashes, smouldering on the floor,
Skin on fire, liar liar, pants on fire.