Severed from whole

Echo of loss
searing at the edges of
this void

There really are no words
only hollow expressions
(and many incomprehensions)
not saying it at all

Irrevocably connected
-we were-
and intricately woven
into a flawless pattern
of profound significance

You have always been
so much more
than paw prints on my soul




6 February 2010


..

T's travellers

Since back then, in the beginning when ...
we tell each other bivouac stories.
These only times we get, we never choose.
While the hours chase us through the night,
we hold on tightly to creating
memories we know we'll lose.

It's easy when perspective's out.
Energy is sound; vision we doubt.
Over and over again but without a clue,
some of us will be erasing
while we are chasing
to remember sensing through.


One last word before we're gone,
perception burns the light
and belonging starts to hurt,
so much so we cannot hide it
any longer:
If we fight it, are we strong?

One last word and than she's gone.
Inevitably transparent, invisibly forlorn.


..

Passenger

new arrivals
eager to stand in

there's you, there's me
and space

enough

of marking us redundant
in many separate ways


..

Sudden stop

suspended in mid air
is where I'd like to stay

swaying slowly on the currents
that never touch ground

still, I seem to see you
always in clouds of gray

such conclusive indecision

when fire was just flames
that took my breath away

and up it goes ...
...


it is like they say, after all
... never the fall ...


..

Bound to rebound

a cautious touch
of wisdom

your mirror smile

captivated eyes blink
through feigned oblivion

you've been masking
for a while

object to interest
't is where you choose to be

to fill that void
from wanting

but in silence
hides a frequency

I have always known

the echo of your voice
inside my head

you are not alone,

alone,

alone

..

This thought

this thought
cradled in my hands
my mind caressing it with syllables
of possible pronunciation

I can taste it on the tip of my tongue
and feel its sweet intention

soft warm meaning
somewhere waiting;
growing in realisation

but while I still long to conceive this connection
belonging suddenly covers the intend
and blankets me
where I need it most

all rolled into one
with - when you speak my mind


..

Reflect

there's a lot of heart in failing
all this pain from common sense
deflating balloon anticipating
to be unpunctured and lone,
for once

and yet again

there's a whole lot more to staying
then the common eye can sense
anchor- or betraying
retains this connection
always reaching out

but when lit up
can it remain ...
undenied

once again


..

(un)covered

canyons ocean wide
subside

moments
of endless white beaches;
indigo sky

a vision clearing mind

this tide is coming through
skin on skin

your bare arms
soothing my transparency


..

Paradox

They only read when they get read
Still, I try to write
before the ink is dry
Although there are better things to be said

Under the cover
of a another's name
I blame
only me
for being obstinate and foolish;
full of pride
But never undecided
when I thought of you and I
Never fool hearted;
always just and forever friend

But these are semantics
Anyone can now imagine what I think
You're the only one who always got that right


..

Be

If originates from a question
often followed by careless supposition
or else meticulous abandon

never starting with when: ...

a more certain conclusion
after deliberation
will ensue with then


..