i used to cradle her bleach-cracked hands in mine and decode the stardust resting within her fingerprints up until the day that i lost touch with the art of reading braille and she stopped slinging tall-tales for me to fetch and rest the plot-twist at her feet
often in the post-script i'd find my train of thought highjacked by the sunlight illuminating the rainbow of earth-tones ablaze in her frizz-ridden curls as if she'd been washing her hair with the damaged case of beer she'd gotten for half-price at liqour depot she never did quit drinking but neither did i
at least we tried
though sometimes in the middle of the night when nothing was alright and we'd barely survived another fight her face would catch my glance cast aglow by a flood of lava-lamp light
the sea of freckles resting at the crest of her cheeks rose lips perma-pursed in half tilt her resting heart-rate so high that i could almost see it pirouetting within her chest
it was then that i'd love her best amidst the ruins of who we were just moments before
a love poem, for the girl i can sometimes spot in my reflection.
In the earliest hours of tomorrow I came to steal the hour before dawn To rejoice in the holy sanctity of silence In reality all is part of all
The wind is howling Rain lashing down Upon pain of glass So fragile in existence And yet protecting Much like a skin Protects a master
Silken threads of remembrance They held you this time Like never before They have lost The will to journey forward Now they can not look upon you in body I hope your spirit flies Between the absences they feel
Poets speak Painters paint The greatest of artists Stroke their brushes across the sky In union with the sun And lower themselves Feet in soil Hearts wide open Pain glittering like a golden thread Hold memories within this moment For the memories are pure
Hold onto the place In the silence We see more And yet Do we ever really get to understand
Watching boats go by Sailing on Catching butterflies Only to let them go beckoning for freedom We allow them an escape In spirit we are the same And in spirit you will fly like never before
Perfect soul flying free Stormy night In silence and in rain I sit thinking In thinking I sit in silence
Let's search once more for the crystal stream where poets sat and wrote and young lovers dreamed of the beautiful years to come
But no more now is the crystal stream where the poets wrote and the lovers dreamed of the beautiful years to come
The crystal stream now a fetid sewer of filthy industrial waste The fields and hedgerows long since gone to be replaced by shattered dreams What a legacy for our unborn sons
No more do we gather and sing the songs of the beauty that was once this land no more do we sit and dream of those beautiful years to come
I've made mistakes and I've done sins I'll mend my ways against all things Lines that I've written is as thin as strings I'll turn to god who is all forgiving
I don't care About who you're new lover is Or if she makes you happy I don't care If she is laying with you now Or kissing those lips I don't care If you're playing with her hair Or her heart Like you did mine I don't care I don't care I don't care