somewhere it is reflected
perhaps it is your shadow
that bounces off the moon
and comes back to you
as wisdom dredged from the depths
of the unassuaged moments of need
that stretched you from one point
to the next
from one lover
to the next
from one room
to the next
from one dream
to the next

we spend our heartbeats freely
the infinite supply of youth
they become more precious
as the grave slowly deepens
what wisdoms do we stuff in our pockets
as we step into the grave
and move on from this life
to the next

~

with you,
i found comfort
in the silence
clocks no longer
counting minutes
every moment timeless

~

its a curious thing;
that now even at it’s end
and through it all,
the sheer ecstasy
and complete heartache
my mind will only
and always remember you
in your most perfect form.
the heart wants;
what the heart wants.

~

too learn in the teachings
of the lessons not taught,
too bathe in the waters
of the waves that brought;
a feeling of substance
right down to the bone,
and drown in emotions
that where never your own.

~