Majestic spires
towering above the ground
like green sentinels

if equal affection cannot be
let the more loving one, be me

I never knew you
Je ne vous connais

I don't know you
Je ne vous connais pas

But you love me
Mais tu m'aimes

Does it break your heart that you're a stranger to me?
Est-il briser votre coeur que vous etes une etrangere pour moi?

In the beginning, a warm sepia tone film was wrapped around my eyes like a blind fold,
distorting my perception of reality, while we spun around.
The warm summer air that our love grew out of still warmed my hands when I left.
Now  the balmy haze has lifted and a broken record plays over. And over.
And over until your words don’t sound like words anymore,
quietly fading into the background,  we start to move slower. And slower.
And slower until we are immobile.  Paused.
We move backwards now, rewinding like an old family video. Farther. And farther.
And farther until we are at the very beginning again.
With our sepia eyes locked we’ll never move again. Frozen in time like a Polaroid.

Lover

He said, “I thought you knew me better than that,’
And I responded, “I guess I don’t.”
So he sighed and kissed me on the lips
And let his thumb trace my eyelids to the hollow of my eyes,
Running palm down cheek, and he calmly chopped off his feet
And placed them in from of me.
“Here,” he said, “walk in these for awhile
Then maybe you will really get to know me.”

Silence
A reminder of years long since passed
gazing at the stars blazing history
counting the years
and the scar tissue

Fragile reminders of misuse
karmic justice and accidents
the uneventful days
always bring me back to this

Strength found in moments of exactitude
that only time can reveil
for the present carries on so quickly
the lesson concealed until its history

To revisit the spell of dizzy memory
is like floating on a cloud above the scene
in which you can watch it play
knowingly

The ability to change it
so far from reach
you must wait for the repeat
in the hope that now you'll
possess the eyes to see

In that book
which is
My memory . . .
On the first page
That is the chapter when
I first met you
Appear the words . . .
Here begins a new life