Come for me
Come form me
Come for me
Come form me
I wonder if the stars get anxious
When the sun begins to crest
The edge of a world sleeping?
The moon of course is always touched
And on occasion visits her brother
But the star with no name
Save an account in some ancient book
Has no quarter but with darkness.
Who notices her shimmer?
Who counts the moments she strives to shine?
And should she weep, would even the sisters give comfort?
In briefest moments, she gives light and takes care of a wish drifting by
But twilight comes, as the celestial perfection emerges
So, I wonder, do the stars grow anxious
As do I?
Press against resistance
deliver from moments left on the floor
scattered across the hall
Seething at darkness creeping
into photograph ghosts left hanging
littering walls with pain
Where can I go
Where the images cannot touch memory
and memory not ravage tender heart bleeding?
and so I run
down halls with walls hung with tears.
… over the edge of lips
in your arms I rest
in your arms I fall
ever more in love
though all about lay broken
glass and wood
in your kiss
Thought of you today
As stars breathed life into night
And dusk fell asleep in the arms of the moon
Where sun gladly bid with kisses the edge of skin.
Smiling, I drift to sleep.
Come sweet night
Cover me with tender kiss
Discard the robes of day with fierce word and subtle touch
Lift the veil of light and blindness
So I might see your stars and caress the face of dreams
Carelessly discarded memories
wind down hallways
creep behind creaking doors
seep surreptitiously under crack
over disembodied dusted frame
escape rug left to withered worry
flicker light to shimmer
a light in the dark.
taunt tear to tear from windows nailed shut
cast image, mad shadows on walls
from a multitude of fires unattended
I’m lost to incoherency and try
footsteps evade ever corner
hands scrape on walls littered in oil stains
stumble up stairs
fall over mangled menagerie hand built and wanting for life
wanting to survive
oh my quiet insanity
will you not be kept so?
Hope speak to me
on winds effervescent
under the skin
of spring’s ultimate
I have drifted far
lands of clay to stone steeples
still chant voices call
(written 3 years ago – rediscovered today)
Here it goes again
voice lingering out of reach
echoing on an undefined horizon
beyond sun and moon
captured by stars yet flickering
… must be invisible
words shatter on the floor
broken glass unheard
hand brushes through shadow
smoke filtering between lips
I know must be invisible
So I lift my pen
write your name in the stars
tether the wind to call where you are
gather tears to make it rain
build castles out of leaves in a storm
I hope I am not invisible
but I think I must be
Because I want to write
but tears fall where
and no one can read tears
I really must be invisible