how much of us
absent of things
make up a life
how far away do we
go, to return to the
sound engines of breath
the water bears the voyage
masks disappear, wrists
grow smaller
one harbor leads to another
love left on a shore
leaves behind
wild apple trees, infused youth
delirium of summer skies
the books on the dresser
our coffee in bed, warm under
weighted bedspread
now, closed journal
I see you by the seashore
seasons pass colorlessly
like castles in gray rain
stanzas wait
pencil unlocks the unsaid
and frames us out
leave me that
the lilies will be beautiful
mist and fog
snow and frozen windowpane
winter will murder the day
you'll stay gone
No comments:
Post a Comment