To see is to witness
The glory of
broken dreams
Break into a true
Sense of reality

Crushed by the weight
Of dried ink
On red hot paper
Folded into an airplane
Floating far on
Winds of change

Our life is time
And time flows
Slowly at first
Only to rapidly
Accelerate

Redefine ourselves
By the mirrors reflection
Cracks and scars develop
As we apply our
Ritual attraction

The river is dammed to
Slow natural flow
Inserting our control
On what was once free

You and me
Are now rivers
Full of power
And might
But are controlled
By concrete and steel

Force to move through
Narrow gaps
And to give ourselves up
To turn generators
Told our sacrifice
Is for the better

Past the graveyard
Where the willows droop low
Past the tomb
Of the newly widowed

Down there you will see
A tree that belonged to you
and belonged me

We used to
swing
From branches high
Bruised our hearts
Kissing under
moonlight
Counting all the stars

Connecting points
Of light to form
Hearts

Now the leafs have
Rotted away
Trunk is slumping
And bark morphed to grey
My mind still plays
Movies from those days
Forever burned in my memories

I yelled into the breeze
Please, for once, take me back to that scene
When we were young
living as kings and queens

I keeping crying out for your name
But the results always the same
I never hear a sound
While we are underground

I see her out of the corner of my eye
I look at her indirectly
Admiring her tattoo of
Golden flower pedals

She catches me looking
And our eyes lock into place
For that moment
Hers is the only face
I see
In a crowded train car

I start to think
If we took different paths
She could be another
Our lives entangled
Shared on solid ground

She gives me a smile
And I smile back
I don't know her voice
But I felt her words

The train stopped and we
Walk in opposite
Directions
But for that brief moment
I no longer
Felt alone

Rain batters my skull
Drumming to a regular beat
The energy left my hands
Numbed by lack of heat

I close my eyes and drift
Away
to a place from yesterday
Where the generous sun shared
Its rays

Friendly warm faces greet
me
As I sip on a welcomed cup of tea
Watch old men sharing tales
Of youthful victories

The bell on the doors rings
To announce all patrons
Like a high-society function in spring
Room noisy with conversation

I sit and watch it all unfold
Nursing the warm drink
Slowly I blink, fantasizing on when my
Face, body, and soul will become old

What stories will I tell
And what secrets I'll keep
Those women I loved
Alone, I walk down the street

Cut me
open
while I sleep

Take my heart
if you're in
need

Take it
while it's still
beating

It's only slightly
bruised
and partially
callused

It no longer dreams
but it's
at peace

It won't
be the end of me
If it's the beginning
of you