Here I am
A mere fragment
Of loss and desolation.
Isolated and existing
In emptiness.

Here I am
As certain as fall
Cold and rigid
As the old places
Where we made
Snow ball dreams
And sunset promises.

You are living these now
Without me,
And here I am
Fading without you.

Her words
were my oxygen
her thoughts
invaded my lungs
her
passion
woke me from deep within
her rejection
peeled off all my skin

the favorite dish
of dictators
to devour
until no peace is left

no matter the cause
of your tears

whatever the hurt
which bruises your heart

for any terror
that haunts you

it is a grief to me
that you should suffer so

within the solitude of the dreadful span
of the blackened and bowed sky
the deep withered grass bends in the moonless dark
quieting the cold and murmuring earth

hushing her into fitful sleep

the air is hard
and the wind lacerates the night
razor incisions left behind
in the icy flesh of obsidian hours

open wounds howl like wolves
on the trail of prey in flight

I hunger for you
under the restless stars

1-**  Wood
The tender shoots emerge, unfurling slowly,
A vibrant tapestry against the soft earth.
Raindrops cling like tiny, glistening jewels,
Reflecting the nascent light of early spring.
Within these Whispers of the Green, my heart resides,
A quiet yearning mirroring nature's gentle push.
Each unfurling leaf, a breath of hopeful air,
Carries the unspoken longing I feel for you.
The world awakens, and my thoughts drift your way.

The breeze stirs softly through the budding trees,
A rustling murmur like secrets being shared.
Birdsong weaves a delicate, airy melody,
Filling the spaces with vibrant, fleeting sound.
And in these Whispers of the Green, I hear your absence,
A subtle silence where your voice should be.
The vibrant life around me feels incomplete,
Until your presence graces this verdant scene.

The garden path, still damp from the night's rain,
Winds through the burgeoning life in quiet grace.
Each new bloom a fragile, hopeful offering,
A testament to nature's patient, steady hand.
Yet in these Whispers of the Green, a deeper echo sounds,
A longing for your footsteps beside my own.
The beauty of the spring only sharpens the void,
A quiet solitude amidst the vibrant growth.

The sky above, a canvas of pale, hopeful blue,
Stretches endlessly, a boundless, open space.
Clouds drift lazily, like thoughts unburdened,
Across the vastness of the awakening day.
These gentle Whispers of the Green carry my desire,
A silent message on the soft and fragrant air.
The spring unfolds, a promise of sweet return,
And in its verdant heart, my longing waits.

4-** Metal

Moments trickle, a dull day's slow descent,
Hours slip by, frittered in careless ways.
A lone figure walks familiar ground,
Waiting for a sign, a guiding light.
The static air hangs heavy, undisturbed,
A quiet anticipation, unfulfilled.
Shadows lengthen with the turning sun,
Marking time in silent, measured beats.

My spirit feels the Echoes of a Missed Start, the cold, hard tick of lost chances,
A weariness settles, staying home while life unfolds unseen.
Why does the heart pause, when youth stretches long,
And opportunities drift on the passing breeze?
Ten years vanish, a whisper in the wind,
The starting gun fired, its echo lost to silence.
I yearn for purpose, a clear, swift path,
Lost in the waiting, a soul adrift.

The sun dips, a relentless, burning orb,
Chased by a runner, forever behind.
Its light endures, a constant in the heavens,
Yet the body ages, breath grows short.
Each year a swift current, shrinking paths,
Plans wither, half-formed thoughts on crumpled pages.
Quiet desperation, a familiar weight,
The melody ends, a silence descends.

My being resists the Echoes of a Missed Start, this relentless push towards the inevitable end,
Each year feels swifter, time an elusive grasp.
Why does the spirit cling to fleeting moments,
When the grand design beckons, unseen?
The song fades, a whispered memory,
Yet a lingering thought, a final word unsaid.
I seek a haven, a warmth against the cold,
To find return, where comfort softly calls.
Home, home again, a solace found.