undeserving

entangled in

my now –

entwined within

my what-will-be,

you…

an anchor fastened to my heart –

essential as even –

air.

 

what was life before

you –

who drew the line

between indifferent –

and necessary?

 

was there sunlight –

or did the night – so nonchalant

just close his eyes –

allowing day…

 

i cherish moments

filled with oh-so-much of you,

grateful –

yet undeserving…

clutter

the place we sometimes journey to –

is much too dark to stay,

too far away for words,

more deep than sound –

profound as black on white,

or even still,

the very absence of light…

 

attempting once again to feel,

we dive head first into the –

nothing,

to somehow feel the splash –

of something…

as delicate as if,

more frail than why –

the sanity we seek to find,

evasive –

hides behind the clouds,

that clutter the skyline of our mind!

losing touch

indignant –

compassion starved from

insatiable insensitivity…

 

how can there be justification

for callous abandon?

 

all too often it seems we

close doors,

build walls,

create barricades –

manipulate emotions to protect our hearts from hurt,

yet find,

in the end,

our – selves – starving for a touch –

gentle caress…

 

friendship –

sweet reprieve for our emaciated souls!

everything

i long to be – to you –

all that you have become –

to me…

 

that first sliver of sun at dawn,

or the twinkle of twilight’s

first star…

 

if only i could fill your world with wonderful,

exceptional –

smother you with fantastic,

awesomely – amazing…

 

if even for one solitary second

i could be

that which flows through your veins –

fills your heart –

gives you life,

how great the rush –

to be considered something so essential –

so necessary!

 

as much as air –

as incidental as day –

i long to be the impulse for your smile,

casual sigh,

the beat your heart skips…

 

everything to –

you –

to me –

you are…

– of you!

where are you hiding,

ray of light?

i closed my eyes –

just for a moment,

and you were gone…

 

where did you run to,

with my could?

you leave me here –

holding only my might…

 

once upon a time –

far away –

long ago –

possibly stopped by,

but i,

too encumbered with couldn’t,

didn’t try to entertain…

 

now my here is dark,

and oh so lonely!

no promise of dawn –

no full moon bright to cast even a shadow…

 

discordant,

the music in my head –

but in my heart,

only the sound of breaking –

 

– glass – through which i

can see,

but never feel the touch –

 

ineptitude

preeminent misconception –

lonely,

does not rely on being –

alone…

 

days – there are –

sun shining,

not a single solitary cloud in the sky.

yet – shadows,

deep as midnight darkness –

(secrets hide in the dark,

gnashing their teeth –

overly animated and eager.)

 

at what moment did you decide –

indifference?

what memory – un-suppressed –

tipped the scale?

 

yesterday is mine.

holding your hand.

strolling through – uncertainty –

certain!

 

(i cannot explain sadness –

even gravity cannot hold so tight!).

 

if – as easy as making a wish –

you would come true –

i would not be on this bridge –

(solace when touching deep water…)

angry at myself for the need –

yet unable to refrain…

 

inadequacy:

the most unhealable pain!

unbecoming

i feel the sadness in the air –

thick dark clouds concealing the sun –

a tapestry of despair – blocking out all light –

and heavy,

the weight of my sorrow…

 

where did it go – my youth?

how fleeting the time has passed –

and my journey seems close to its end…

 

i will not fear –

the un-becoming;

this soul is aged –

this body,

tired from the travel –

and i can finally see –

on the horizon –

new hope,

new possibilities…

this is not the end of my journey,

merely time to change into something a little more

comfortable,

for the flight home…

unbecoming

i feel the sadness in the air –

thick dark clouds concealing the sun –

a tapestry of despair – blocking out all light –

and heavy,

the weight of my sorrow…

 

where did it go – my youth?

how fleeting the time has passed –

and my journey seems close to its end…

 

i will not fear –

the un-becoming;

this soul is aged –

this body,

tired from the travel –

and i can finally see –

on the horizon –

new hope,

new possibilities…

 

this is not the end of my journey,

merely time to change into something a little more

comfortable,

for the flight home…

breath

that which you are –

intrigues me –

the depth of your eyes,

a vortex that pulls me in –

the warmth of your smile enlightens me…

wherever i go –

you go –

for i carry you in my heart.

 

irreplaceable as light –

delight more grand than sound

to one who cannot hear –

i keep you near,

cornerstone of every dream…

 

more than – just enough,

intrusive as – is –

merely hearing your voice throws chaos to the wind –

and when we touch –

my entire existence bends!

 

you are the air –

mere breath i long to breathe!

the wages of…

can’t take a small nowhere,

when somewhere grand – I am!

can’t un-know – the knowing,

abandon – belief!

 

if living is dying –

and death sets us free,

why captive –

just – alive?

 

erroneous,

agree?

un-contained – we imagine,

yet imprisoned (by life)–

are we…