Wings of dusk

in the abyss of light

red filmy clouds dyeing the horizon

the sea quivering

a golden thread

winding in midair

sun setting slowly

breeze blowing gently

night is silence

lighthouse is lit

the distance

is consistent.

Meandering quiet

roaming time

rhythm of year

a touch of smile

a volume of poetry

playback of colorful tidbits

in a clear aromatic atmosphere.

Less of the hustle and bustle

of the past

shuttling pedestrians

dead leaves

winter

sun with open arms

quiet street

a crowd of children from school

a game of chess by old men

sleeping barley and roots

sunlight is the key

to lighting up

this mood.

Mottled paints mixed

cold wind on a palette

daubed on the gray sky

where cold wind transits

clouds

a touch of winter

people on the bridge

counting birds

silently.

I have said
I’m sorry
So many
Times
So many different
Ways
That once upon a time my mouth forgot how to make other shapes
And I’ve had to work on rebuilding
Brick by brick
So many times that I fear this red clay
Will never leave my nails
And I promised that I would better at
Anticipating
So that I could break the windows of this home before anyone else had a chance to even pick up a stone
Once upon a time I made my resolution
Under the fireworks
And god, I’m
T r y i n g
And other people aren’t homes
But this space is so much more comfortable
With a few other souls.
I don’t mean to run,
But sometimes I just have to go.
But,
Have a cup of coffee with me sometime,
Don’t forget your jacket,
I miss you,
This made me think of you,
Remember that time we danced in the rain?
I’ll see you soon,

And if you didn’t hear me say it earlier,
love you.

two cans, held together with strings
a common thread in ways we think
like telepathy
but better

the way our eyes would meet
and suddenly your mind i read
how your words echoed itself on the insides of my mind
even as we sat together, silent

you lay your hands on me, gently
getting to know me
and in doing so, entangling
the red thread between us, binding

the connection, complicated
strings ******* against each other
words once warm, now lost in translation
muffled, and audible no longer

i see you, no distance between us
yet your words...unintelligible
"do i know you?"
perhaps...only in the past

all these words I want to place lightly on your skin
like cold raindrops skimming your chin
a warm embrace,
a beautiful face.

i guess i got too caught in my mind,
realisation came too late
a broken connection
was all i find

two cans, each other repelling
in many ways saddening.
a mystery
left open-ended forever.

A sorrowful gust of wind blew in-between you and me,
I shivered in the cold yet you remain untouched.
For a long time, I chased your shadow.
Afraid of losing sight of you.
afraid of forgetting how you looked like.

But as time rolled on, so did we.
Drifted apart from one another.
The fear of being left behind gone.
Replaced by the fear of hearing your voice,
the fear of seeing you,
the fear of missing you again.

Wanting to go but scared to fly,
closed eyes forever, one final sigh,
An escaped tear, a rattled breath,
A battle well fought, winner is death.

Blame the heavens and their greedy skies
Loved ones remember the fractured lies.
Legends cut down, myths created
Existence understanding but never abated.

Moss covers the forever bed,
offers and pleas, take me instead.
The final destination is one we all crave,
Dying is easy, you just lay in your grave.