Of all cruel inventions
The bird cage must be of the cruelest
To confine a creature meant to soar
Behind bars, never to reach its full potential
That is cruel indeed

Can we go back?
To the butterflies and shy touches
To the drunk nights and soft kisses
To when you looked at me with stars
Instead of the darkness that clouds your eyes

Can we?
I wanna go back and feel the warmth of your hand in mine
while we walk in the cold of july
When you held me close and smiled

Now all that's left is the memory of bliss
As your distance grows while seated beside me
Laughter turns to uncomfortable silence that slowly engulfs my memory

You were gone before I knew it,
but can we?
Go back to the past
where I know you loved me.

****** mary gold
a crucifix to run from
sawdust on the streets

from tight bud jackets
camellia blooms bursted out
to show red petals

Sometimes
I want to spin
Myself into a
Hurricane
Just to
Feel
The
Calm
In
The
Eye