When the shores
Are
More

Than one can bear
Each second
Each wink
Each bat of an eye lash

Is as short
A breath
As we realize as
Our last

The bed doesn't creak
Nor does the
Wind feel any different

A shattering
Glass would barely
Stir the covers
Of my body underneath

Of course around
Our mother's
Her ears attentive
To the children's cares
Upstairs

They obsessed with
Their own
Eyes open

Finger's crossed
The ball when tossed
Will surely be lost
And yonder' - across menacing momentum -
One can witness the
Crystal filled fountain and in
The distance the burning
Of a single candle flame on the mountain

I look for answers
I seek questions
I hear the secrets of the world
And feel them through
My finger tips as I share them

With you

Am I aware of my world?
Or am I only living alone within it?

Am I a seeker of life or
Am I merely the string attached
To a stranger's spool and kite?

Holding myself over
Until the next tide is taken
For the forsaken admit
No defeat

To do that
Would leave the ego beaten
Struck with an impenetrable sickness

Familiarities
Only a stone's throw away from
Falsely thought of companions
Whose stanza's felt as weak
Believe their streak
Is coming to an untimely end

Their bitterness
Is not sweet
For it makes the eye's water
With its acidity

Friends take steps in all directions
They are not routine like the seasons
To be a friend, one must learn
To not be stern and when ready
To let them drift into a new curve

The white picket fence
Has dirtied with the summer rain
Stains remind me of former lives
Whose prizes were never gave

Caves without a rhythm or life
Where every nook within
Has never had the chance to bear a light

Every darkness
Once did harness
The light of
A truthful day