A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear
Pleased a simple tale to hear --

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life what is it but a dream?

We are in Los Feliz tonight.
outside a crowded bar you stop to light a
smoke
and under a canvas awning
I see the neon light up your right eye.
For a moment I thought maybe we were the
only two people on the planet.
As the wind blew in from
the Santa Ana's pushing the smell of
Oleander and faded, smoky pine,
I balk at the commas of your smile
and  marvel at the disingenuous smoke patterns
that make their way from your teeth
only to be carried away with the
heat of the city night.

I'm glad it was her not you tonight.
I am sure the speaking of literature and film
would have gone differently if it had been
you in my space.
Looking at my things and analyzing my habits
making assessments of my mannerisms.
If it had been you, I'm sure
I may have done something incautious and perhaps
callous,
the kind of thing you come from dreams saying
perhaps the invitation should
have been lost on
maybes and could have beens.
I suppose it's unkind to think,
If one or the other just did not exist
it would make this plight much different
not better
just different.

I don't understand
life
but to an extent
I understand math.

An addition
or subtraction
alters the equation.

I'm one.

I will be
the other.

If I'm not here
to change things
then
what the **** am I?

The infinity of love which bonded hearts;
Now it just remains a lament truth;
Destiny always played the typical game of fortune;
And the path changed for the infinite lovers;

The infinity of love which bonded souls;
Now it just resides at an imaginary platform;
Confined to many terms and conditions;
And love now exists in a platonic form;

The infinity of love which bonded creatures;
Now it just remains a virtual image;
Reality shattered its approach;
and virtual approach took up the command;

The infinity of love which bonded two lives;
Now it just remains as memories;
As an essential component of life;
And an indispensable truth to survive within;

    And the infinity of love which bonded feelings;
        Now it just binds memories for long!!

Your force slams me against the wall.
Powerless as your strength steals my stability.
Wave after wave.
Breathless but breathing.
Salt from the water falling from my eyes
touches my lips as I try to stop the tide
from crashing upon my eyelids.
Down to my knees, I’m now begging for my composure
to remain,
but my resolve is like the pebbles lying there.
Soft from the water coming in, washing away
their faith.
All that is left is the sand you walk on.
Tiny grains of a person that used to be
and pieces of what is shown to the
world.

If I looked down on myself from above
I would look like a feverish dream
gold bleeding out of my eyes like a cracked open door
and cheeks stained crimson as if being out in the wind too long
rushing breath stumbling
down my lips
I am running
while laying in a mess of heat
heart beating just a little too fast
to make me
"normal"

you bring me down to earth with breaths you whispered into my mouth
maybe you're telling me secrets with your eyes
while I am desperately trying to regulate my heart rate
beautiful doesn't even capture
your hushed voice
tell me again
how to cut off my wings
and be human
you look like a dream
a feverish dream
I don't feel alive
but perhaps
oblivion isn't so bad

I'll throw my head up to the sky
attempting to break the separation
trying to stop running
while standing still
on the edge
of where I could be
and where I am
take my face in your hands
and convince me

I'm not dreaming