This

Let me be a feather
Maybe two
Or even three
And dance with lonely butterflies
…Above a rolling sea
The way you never danced with me

Let me be a wing
If I cannot
Be given two
And be the final autumn leaf
…That never fell or flew
Because I painted it for you

Let be the summer
Or the wind
Or just the rain
And sing along with all the storms
…And all the weathervanes
And all the storms that never came

Let me be your light
Or else a genie
Or a wish
And fill your heart with all things
…I know you deeply miss
The way I wish that, long ago, I told you this

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Guess

Did emptiness replace the scattered rays
Where sunlight had already promised nothing ever stays
And give to us a moon we cast in grays

In this, the long expanse of diffidence
Where now and then are only measured by the difference
And what remains we mar with dissonance

And look through scattered rays to emptiness
With cups we fill with air in hopes we’ll see them empty less
For nothing ever stays, and so we carry heavy truths and fear to guess

Reduce

You’re gone, and then you’re back again
You’re back, and then you’re gone
Reduce your words by lacking pen
The hourglass you fractured then
But swirling grains of you, I’ve seen before, they never linger long

You’re smiling, and then you frown
You’re laughing, then you cry
Reduce your presence and your sound
I search for clues upon the ground
This swirling hurricane of you, assures me I’m a fool to try

You’re silent, then you raise your voice
You talk, then lose your tongue
Reduce your given praise of choice
A message I, in pain, rejoice
This swirling paradox of you are songs I should’ve never sung

You’re open, then you close a door
You’re back, but never here
Reduce the light you showed before
Til I can see there’s snow in store
The swirling thoughts of you become a blizzard wherein nothing seen is clear
Reducing visibility until, there in the white, I disappear

Bade

Defend yourself with silence
Use averted eyes as armor
Use disconsolation as your holy blade

So even as my eyes wince
At the phantom pains of harm you’re
Left as echoes of the song you slowly played

Append the words with droplets
Putting points above your commas
Til continuation meets a growing pause

Til lines that offered couplets
Turned to null each new nirvana
Where your vines of gray were white when sowing laws

Ascend your self-defiance
As your hurt denies the karma
Of the wants that never were so wholly made

As I, in cold compliance
Rest inside the hollow arms of
The imaginary love you coldly bade

Bury

I did just what you told me
And I buried all the bones
Beneath the gravel and the dirt
I dug and dug until it hurt
I threw them in, and left them coldly;
Walked away alone

I did as you requested
And I hid the evidence
I burned the messages we shared
I burned them all, not one I spared
And swore, “From this, I’ve since divested”
Words of mere pretense

I did what you required
And I cleared the old debris
I scrubbed away the drying blood
And any word that spoke of love
I tossed it all into a fire
Where you couldn’t see

I did what needed doing
And I buried my concern
I dug a grave and tossed inside
The moment when my smile died
I killed the us I’d been pursuing
Chose to let it burn

Sunflower

I turned a page, and closed a book
I looked
The other way
And took a breath with only half duress
Dismay,
I took
And placed it on a shelf
And hid it half within a crook

I set the record still to hear
A tear
A growing hush
And with an ache for every damn mistake
I’m crushed
And here
I fail to ask myself
“How long until I disappear?”

But you return like echoes cast
A past
I can’t forget
A set of notes that lingers and evokes
Regrets
Amassed
For either what I’ve earned
Or what I’ve simply failed to ask

Yet every time I think I’m done
You’re gone
You’re far away
And I can breathe a sigh of some relief
I stay
I’m drawn
Compelled to thus return
As if a flower to your sun

Sentiment

Dead and cold
Skin
Is leaden, old,
When,
In dread, I’m told
I’m led and sold
By this
Regret I hold

I persist…
Descend
A lifeless tryst
To end
Goodbye, Mistress
Should I insist
Of you
A final kiss
And if so…
When?

Life is still,
New…
Strife and ills:
True.
Knife and pills…
You…
Might just kill
The light I feel
Few
Strike or heal
My heart
Just like you do