You sit here on this night, reclining on the moon, Sleep inhabiting your eyes but your stubborn heart still beats the rhythm of a thousand days of recollection, You dwell on the remnants of departed mornings still beaded onto this horizon line, Dipping your feet into the sunrise, embracing the coolness of the morning wind, Nothing stands between you and reality; Flesh is fleeting, it is memories that house the graves of love. So, you pick flowers to pay your respect, leaving the stagnant solace of this momentary life behind
Seconds go by in tender bliss We smell roses and stain our hands with crushed petals. Declarations of life long rumination live between the distance in our exchanged affirmations. Happiness opens its undisguised embrace As the silence between our spoken words fills the gaps of our stuttered promises.
elusive a school of silver fish in the net all slick small enough to slip drip through the cracks gaps plink wriggle back into the sea where even the minnows swim free so I stay on the waters and cast the nets again and wait to haul in my next catch.
No more sinking in your eyes no whispers in my ears, perhaps it should've stayed with me in all my years, it's the next best thing, in this world of lies. In each waking moment, in every drop of daylight fading you are, stains on a wet cloth, burning you are, I embrace, I hold fast embracing the dying light, saving it with all my life, a yearning moth.