UnrequitedThe moon gazes, the sun sleeps.
The sun rises, the moon weeps.
Came two lovers from the night.
Stillness torn apart, separate light.
EvermoreTears and autumn leaves,
once set loose, lost forever.
To the ground they fall,
into it's waiting arms,
to be comforted in the bosom of the eternal emptiness.
Leaves in trafficLeaves playing in traffic.
Crushed beneath the tires.
Resurrected by the wind.
Finally finding an afterlife.
You and your knowledgeYou tell me what you know
How very much of it there is.
You wait for my awe, expecting it.
You tell me then, how little I know,
therefore how little I am.
I gaze uncomprehending, for I know nothing.
Of far more interest is what you don't know.
SunsetThe sun lays wounded, falling slowly from the sky.
Victim of an arrow shot by the night.
Its blood spills in red luminescence
onto the stark blue of the sky
creating pools of glistening crimson.
The clouds race to stanch the flow,
but only succeed in turning their while loveliness a pale pink.
The streaks of their tears form a rainbow against the sky,
as the sun thanks their kindness.
A tear drawn redWithin I live, without, I die.
Tears, without, I live, within I cry.
Lives without, death within.
Blood I am, a tear drawn red.
Here and there I lost
The smile and your anger.
The days, the endless night.
The loss sears what's left of my heart,
to the point there's nothing more to say.
The wind speaks
Transparent against the night.
I Kiss the Rim of Your Wine Glass
It sits on my shelf,
your lipstick etched upon it,
I Look for You
In the glass
In none of these are you.
I rend the covers of
the universe... nothing.
Round pegs and square holes
don't fit in square holes,
You'll need something special,
A bit of your taste in my
The caress of your lips in my tears.
Your scent on my pillow.
Your whispered endearments in the
You left...something else behind...
Mi Amor (a feminine perspective)
How black is my love's hair.
Sand in an Hour Glass
By chance, we touch.
An ordinary day, a lonely bench,
top of the stair,
Curiously, ascent leads me
Watching, wanting, waiting... to
Three minutes of eternity...
Lost within the embrace, the sand slips away.
Lost & Found
Whispered memories lost in
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