I feel how a deep hole falls
into me, in the core of me.
Once again.

Haven’t gotten what I wished
for anymore; how I can I blow your thoughts if
I can’t speak my mind to you? Once
I felt this but there was

something to long for, then. Now I see
nothing past the darkened glass.
As I draw words on it, I feel desire, as cold

air descends to my breath.

Softly, she whispers to me
in little sighs. The wind comforts me with her
numbing ways, toying with my hair as she
whips around my mind. I stood

up straight, here, by the water
ready to tip over and dip under but she held
me, in her incorporeal arms, tilting

me back to dry earth. With
leaves whirling all around me, mocking
like same brown colour as my hair, ****** dry of all life, as
they fall suddenly dead on the barren ground

before me. I can feel my tears fall as I
think of how once I felt, how I yearn to feel again. No hollowness
anymore, no more longing to long

what lies in the past.


© November 2004