Don't the storms rage for awhile
Before falling back into the sky?
The terror and hope of living
The way we force a meaning

Doesn't my heart still beat
In a cavity disguised by skin?
The fear of what is love
And how we feel it

I would say
I will remember you
But I can't......
To remember is to try and hold on,
To forget

I cannot forget

Don't the clouds still speak your name
When I look to the sky for peace?
And all the blues reach deeper hues
And color means more to me

Doesn't my mind still form images
That paper can't contain?
No stenciling hand of man
Can shape such beauty

I would say I will remember you
But I cannot forget
I will always love you......
I showed my scars
And you showed your heart

It was the only truth I've ever known

Fire is the sun and the moon
These dusty fields and broken streets I walk through
Fire is everyday and every word
And I am ashes
Ashes
Spread amongst the purslain
And the charging ocean winds
The vestigial glint of hope
I am ashes
Now
A ceremony
As ashes fall into place
I have to die
To be reborn

Oh
How have I died?
Only in your eyes and in your arms
I was burning with the rage of bullets
And pin-struck amorous lighting
A thousand needles
Each speaking the name of the flame
And stubbornly stabbing
My mind ablaze in torrid heat
How have I died?

Only in whatever way I had to

I am ashes
Falling slowly from the life I used to have
When all was fire
And I was cinder
I am ashes
Formulating in unexplained definitions
Where love is death and birth
The let of knowing holding on
And no wind could tarry me assunder

I am ashes
From a life before
A living heartbeat
And belief
I am ashes
Falling into place
Every little part of me
Who I was
And who I'll be

If....
Perchance
You happen to traverse all the seven hills
And the five blue stones
Shining aquamarine
If
It happens
There will be flowers growing on the side of the highway
And wheels on the road
Finding direction

I'm watching the way the wind
Plays with the flowers that grow on the side of the highway
The clouds delight to see
Dancing petals
Caressing breeze

If....
Perhaps
My world that separates me will be made smaller
By my love that grows
Becoming wings
If
It happens
You shuffle through my country and stumble through my town
These streets won't be made of concrete
And they won't feel so cold

I know in summer heat
There will always be flowers growing on the side of the highway
Only so your eyes can see
Myriad colors
Carried on a zephyr

The teardrops of stars
A woman with a body
And a name
Celeste
How I look up in the night
And see her eyes
I see her skin as the sky
A cosmic answer
A soft place to land
From my recent fall
The tears that formed
Flow like glaciers
Ruining her make-up
Mascara on her cheeks
And her heart
Branded
How I reach out through these voids
These pits of despair
These ****** of pain
And touch love
These crystalline tears
Shine on my hair
And drown my hands
In her forever
I never saw the sun
But I swear
By god
I have felt it
Fall on me
As love from the ether
As teardrops
From stars

What's wrong with you, with us,
what's happening to us?
Ah our love is a harsh cord
that binds us wounding us
and if we want
to leave our wound,
to separate,
it makes a new knot for us and condemns us
to drain our blood and burn together.

What's wrong with you? I look at you
and I find nothing in you but two eyes
like all eyes, a mouth
lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful,
a body just like those that have slipped
beneath my body without leaving any memory.

And how empty you went through the world
like a wheat-colored jar
without air, without sound, without substance!
I vainly sought in you
depth for my arms
that dig, without cease, beneath the earth:
beneath your skin, beneath your eyes,
nothing,
beneath your double breast scarcely
raised
a current of crystalline order
that does not know why it flows singing.
Why, why, why,
my love, why?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Its a darkened room
The candle you lit
Is not a light for me
I have a memory

A lantern
If there's no oil does the fire go out?
I have no doubt
In all this doubt
I'll be left in darkness

Not a helping hand
A knife in the back
I feel you twist
You tell me that you miss me

A lantern
If theres no oil does the fire go out?
I have no doubt
In all this doubt
I have my broken hands
I'm punching walls

You aren't you
I'm not me
Never again
So why pretend?

Why now in the darkness
Can I see shadows?