While sitting here I think of ways
I may have done you wrong,
but by and by on dreary days
you tell me I belong.

You say my fears are paranoid
and naught but love I share,
but who am I to what I'm-
afraid I just don't care...

Through all my hopes and brittle dreams
of friendships lasting years...

I don't know if I'll e're know more
than
imaginary tears

I just saw
two faces
pain and apathy
the sea and the wall
crumble

The blockade is down
and there was much blood
It was both beautiful
and sad

The depths received the truth
gushing out from the remains
the ruins
of a once well-laid
and seemingly beautiful
barrier
that protected the broken
builder behind it

When I left
the sun was bisected
half of it obscured
by the horizon

whether it was coming
or going
I do not know

The builder was sitting
on the cold shore
shivering from the wind
that had blown over the cold waters

I like to Imagine
for there is not just one
possibility

Will the two rest
like a faded painting
rusting into antiquity

or will the ocean thaw
renewed by the warm breeze
now freed by the absence of the wall

and the builder
pick up the pieces
and build something worthwhile

I have imagined myself in that picture
part of me wanting the pain
and the possibility

but,

I am only a spectator
and I know my place
I ready myself
and turn to watch
the next eclipse or solstice
sunset or sunrise

I put on my mask
and carry my wall

Friend
through the looking glass
I see
a part of you
a part of me

Eyes that hurt
and eyes that heal
a brother in spirit
in truth
reveal

Imaginary
friends at first
for just a moment
not rehearsed
a reality

brotherhood
patience
and hope

A water drop fallen down
to vast dark pools to drown

A dead brown leaf staying put
crumpled smashed underfoot

No wind to carry you away
stagnant broken here you'll stay

Blending in your world surrounds
passing by in leaps and bounds

Quivering shaking trembling not
overlooking your trivial lot

Blues so vibrant reds so pure
crying bleeding heart so sore

soul refusing brittle tempering
broken omitted needs remembering

tiny teardrop fallen down
vast dark oceans made to drown

Everyone is wrong,
even me
there is only one
right,  he's three

In a world
full of falsehoods
ignoring the double edged
Truth

Instead of masking
my shortcomings
I'd rather bleed
as I read

Grant me Courage
Love,  and Understanding

are you there,
were you killed?

are you hiding,
were you hurt?

I'd feel better

knowing

if you would return

You are a gift

I don't deserve

to have you

Without you,

I'll be

What I always was

Is just

that

which

I

Fear

We fit together
like two puzzling pieces
in a bigger art

how did we end up
together with our edges
smoothed and locked in place

do we really fit
a portrait of completeness
lacking symmetry

unlike images
framed to showcase perfection
pieces glued in place

we have been bonded
in aging years of trouble
an age fused friction

to pull us apart
would tear at fibrous union
leaving neither true

could be both of us
incomplete wanting to try
one whole from two lacks

I'm content to stay
if broken but together
inseparable