To my love, who rests unwell
I send you love, I cast my spell
To weave sweet waters from the deep
I'll smooth the worries from your sleep
Let the darkness be my arms
Have faith in me, to ward off harms
So lay your weary self in bed
And let sweet dreams fill your head
If you lie in heaven or hell,
I'll tend you gently, I'll love you well

The words escape me,
Pushed as breath forced from beaten lungs
****** past my lips into vacuum
Trying to convey what left me breathless
Breathlessly

Night falls into my embrace
My bed softens the fall to sleep
Moonlight washes across my face
And lessens the darkness of the deep

You went away, and I followed behind,
On mountains you shone like a star.
I couldn't lose you; you were stuck in my mind 

You were always too close and too far

Kindness misleads
All who stumble to the dark
Light, like fire, burns and
Oppresses the naïve trust
Present in the hopeful
Soul, but slowly dashed to death
In an insidious 
Ambiguity

Each succeeding sonnet sways me no more
Than did the first
The rain taps it's fingers against the window,
The sounds of light half-echo
And slake my thirst

The darkness has always been that gentle softness to embrace and soothe my worn heart, oft burned from ravages of daylight

Soothing and sweet, you hold more than any eye could comprehend

But possibly, the depths to which
My heart will extend

I crave that which I should not consider
It is no measure of my ability ;
Except, perhaps, the fragility of my heart.
On a whim, I could feel that warm embrace
At once so near and yet so far apart
But no! my life's path leads me away from her temptation
I am resolute.
And yet..
My mind often travels to when we met
Two beings aloof and opposed -
Until the damning touch
Of soft velvet

We are made of starlight and shadows,
Shining despite our darkness,
Laughing against the night

Life is like the air;
Always changing, always moving,
We breathe it in with ever-gasping lungs
It sustains us,
Keeps us moving, keeps us going
Keeps us changing.
It flows around us, through us
In us.
...
I love the storm.
It fills the sky with power
Becomes a masterpiece of air;
The wind ripping through the trees,
Swirling skittering leaves left scattered 
To dance on wet grey pavement 
The unassuming air reigns supreme 
Lord of the elements,
Firey and wild

The moment passed
Before I knew it was gone
I kissed you
...
It did not hesitate as I had;
A Traveller,  midway
...
It had already gone

You did not kiss back

Before the world came darkness
And at its end was peace,
But chaos calmly churned between,
A violent masterpiece

Say hello to my tomorrow
When mercy ends today,
Raise your arms to embrace sorrow
As life's last love dies away

I can see the end beginning
When the beginnings begin to end
This wild winter wind is softly winning,
My blood, tears, and snow will blend

The thin skeleton trees 
in midnight blue dresses
Sway in the sparkling streets,
And reach their arms to the sky
Some still boast a firey red,
And blow Ruby kisses from high

We choose
Until our choices
Make us

Love in a mist
Tiptoe through shadow
Unuseful mystery-
Useful mystery;
Unuseful clarity

And yet
Amidst the torments
And torrents of tragedies
I've had your arms to fall into
Each night, when I fall
Down

I suffered a quiet death
And in its quietness I was left
Filled with the sensations of
Displacement and non-existence

I graduated alone in a small room
From where I have now been evicted
All my cumulations of efforts
Have crumbled, unremarked, into dust

My sandcastles have been swallowed quietly by the ocean
And I, their queen, drown with them

I see my face mostly
Reflected in the cradle of my palms
When my distractions cease.
I know I should go, but I
Cannot release

It kept building, in the way all things do
Like a rising crescendo.
It took one and half years to break me:
The distance, the disease,
The divorce
The accumulation of pennies in my jar,
One for each heartbreak
I am become afraid of my own kitchen,
Of too many noises
Of trusting things I thought were mine,
My stability crumbles on sandy foundations
The tighter I hold, the greater the cold.
Its not within me yet,
but the many lashed open wounds
Might yet grant entry
To fill the warm spaces that were emptied
A bloodless, blood loss eviction
I write this to stand guard
Against new tennants

And I am afraid
They may have already arrived
Or perhaps
They never left

Some days it seems
The gleaming city across the river
Is not just built of glass, but mirrors
I see myself in every face I pass,
I do not go there often

Dear hands,
You have created me
As I have created with thee,
Not quite fine,  my dear
It's time,  my dear
to change.

And now,  
as sunlight turns to dusk,
Though you've scribed me in the dust
Peerless portrait on the floor,
The iron room has locked it's door
Behind me

My friends,  
it's time for me to rest
Though I know you did you best
But the light is growing dim
And you know I cannot swim
In shadow

My art
I had scrawled it in the dark
And now it is torn apart
Not quite fine,  my dear
Divine,  my dear
Goodnight

Death,
an absence of life.
A disconnection of the soul from the body,
The extrapolation of nothingness
The encroachment of cold
The cessation of zest
Betrayal.

Floating, gloating, bliss
The time floats by,  I miss
My chance, and others fall
Like rain,  like soldiers rain
Down
Other chances,  other glances
Pass

I float away

We dance in the ashes like
Literary scavengers.
In the ruins and after rages
We draw the shreds of words and pages
Around our naked bodies like Blankets,
A quilt of the quintessential struggle
Which all people suffer

Perhaps I mightve been a lobster
My backwards spine and plate,
Perhaps as human I am fitter
Perhaps maybe,  a good deal bitter
The stars dance looping circles
Casting their lives brightly,  tightly around
And I am stardust,  true,  and you
As well were once a star.
We could've been lobsters,  but
We lived,  and came so far
And so's our fate

When all things are gone
Death will die
And life will begin again

A frizz of hair and froth of cloudy breath
Walk down the dimly lit, puddled mirror
Of wet sidewalks
Shushed by the rush of the stampede
of bullets that shoot along beside
Pushed by an exodus of ex bus surplus minds
Flowing with the tide

Feathers flit and twitter overhead
With sticks and bits to make their bed
A sparse sea for company
Drops down to flow alongside me
And wet the grass
Which grows between the sidewalk slits
And rocky pothole pits
Beside the dark leaf stains and plodding feet
That beat a slow, releived retreat
From crowded bus seat

Tonight I cried.
I cried for every soft and tender touch
You left me with,  my hands that
Once held yours now tear my hair
I mourn your kiss upon my lips,
My cheek,  my ear;  your head upon my heart
My palms once yours,  now cup my tears-
The smiles and laughs are gone
The silly things and playful
things that we once shared, are gone
And Your smiling face that buried in my hair
When hugs were held,  the jokes you telled
Still whispered in my ear and
I wish that you were here,  and
I only want you here

I see the skies within your eyes
And oceans in the underneath
Do you ever get the feeling
Like summertime stuck in your teeth?
The stars they shine, like candlelight
Holding vigil through the night
I hear the wind, like whispers fade
A story for another day
Oh,
the cities fall down...With fire
And forgotten enemies, oh
They burnt... with desire
A city built on locks and keys..

The rain falls like sleep
A wide expanse of watery beams
Filled with rowdy expectations
Rolling 'round like misty dreams

Sometimes I wake up
And pretend that I'm better
Put on my mask, and pull on my sweater,
It feels like a hug, and safety,
And lately, I could use some love,
So I smile in the mirror
After I hide in concealer
So im safer, not freer
Hi, this is 'me',
why don't you meet her?

Words and pictures, pictures and words
They burn, churn, yearn
They flow over me, smoothing and
scraping my edges like pebbles in a stream
In my dreams,
Words.
I sleep with my notebook
To write the weird, wacky words
Washing through my pebbles of a mind
Late at night, I write
Not quite under the stars, away too far,
Since when has my window been too far?
Since I keep my blinds shut in the morning
I'm mourning, words
Tempt, taunt, taint, tease
Write, observe, release
Pouring through pen ink on pages to touch
Maybe your heart, and maybe your dreams
Words; more than letters
Could ever hope to be

A tree
Like a weary man, waits.
His proud spine refusing to bend
He stands, arms outstretched
Hands reaching to the unforgiving sky,
His tired limbs sway, but he stands
Refusing to succumb,
His legs planted firmly, defiant
Of the world, it seems, he stands
Where no other dare,
Precarious on the rocks,
Strong against the wind
His breath drawn thick and white
Around his face like a scarf,
Watching and waiting,
To stand forever alone

There was an unearthly quality to the light; Somthing that settled not quite
Over the solid and soft-edged shapes,
Lavender in the sun's goodnight
The ethereal coolness drapes
Almost lovingly over the fevered sky
The solid, steady world giving way
To somthing gentle, far away

Talking in tongues,
The train of thought
Running in loops
Breathless lungs
Exhale, air caught
Head droops

Do I dare disturb the universe?
I do not think that they will see me.
I have measured my life in coffee spoons
And hollow men,
But with these deliberate disguises
I should be glad of another death,
To purge the sores on innocent tongues,
This waiting is wanting!
Your eyes have their silence, true
But so do dying stars.
There is no rest for a lost boy,
Who searches for love
That was cast to the sea

Open the doors and purge
The stream of bleary people
A flood, pressing for escape
The eternal escape
And fighting the belated urge
To run

Soft, the night,
As liquid air heals
The ravages of day
The red sun burns
And lights the tiresome path,
But rest now, my darling
Under the gentle wrap of night
Water for the weary
Sleep, my darling, sleep

The brontide words
Of a wounded man
Echo still,
Silent
From when they began
In this place.
...
A voice, not his!
But an Injured man anew
Casting the echoes back
To the stranded,
The echoes remain
Repeated in a new voice
From another wounded man
With brontide dreams

Thick white clouds
Drown rolling mountains;
Gone before the first cold fingers
Can touch the wind-whipped water

I felt the first kiss
Of a pain so familiar,
I welcome the loss
Before it begins;
The knife in place
I mourn my pace
Too soon, I cry,
Too soon.

The silence of the world
As I wander it alone,
Love it's warmth in solitude
The sky shall be my fortitude
And the sun; my sweet embrace,
The dew a kiss, and leaves a face,
The wind my friend and brother,
Why would I need another?
As I travel this world alone.

This is where the end began
Blood was shed and demons ran
Far beneath the pretty skin;
The frigid darkness lies within

A boat sails from the fog
A lonely oar man emerges
from the choppy waves,
The distant dawn is as thin
as night is thick