There I was standing in the middle
of the graveyard staring at the reflections
of your broken body beneath the dirt,
earth’s existence seeping inside your
soul, shapeless hollow holes drifting
in darkness, a backdrop of crashing
thoughts stretched and stitched
in tight syllables.  My heart was no
longer alive.  And my throat was
throggy and dry.  Sloped shoulders
sinking in farthest failures, hammered
escapes, a blazing maze of mirrored
dreams.  As I stepped closer to the
grayed shadowed of your existence,
weary eyes shifting in sunken depths,
open breaths swaying over parched
grass, I could remember the summer
nights when we used to walk across
the boardwalk, vivid blue horizons
above dancing dreams and brilliant
delight.  There was a sparkle in your
azure eyes, a golden glow, pure and
dream enchanted, a dazzling depiction
of the brightest stars hovering in space,
liquid rhythms sifting in timeless beats
and basslines, bursting trombones
and drums drumbeating throughout the
jazzy landscape, as we grooved to the
upbeat sounds and heavy vibrations
filling the sky.  Adrenaline arms,
pounding thighs and ankles were lost
in lucid highs, rampant trailblazing
spotlight and shines, immense
pleasure and rewinds.  And as we sat
in the courtyard watching the sweet
harmonic waves rise and fall in
gleaming designs, lyrical divine,
oceanic breezes over symphonic
affections, every vein inside my body
was mesmerized.  Now as I stand in
silence surrounding your grave,
broken sighs beginning with no ending,
split mind dividing between earth
and water, twisted creations crying
in time, my vessel lies at the bottom
of the sea shipwrecked and shattered.