Months ago, a train sent her down to
The silence of the dead,
But you still send her text messages
Thinking she will reply somehow
From the other side,
Where sunlight will never reach
Don’t you know
They have no wifi there
In the quiet depths? She will never respond,
But you need a friend on this side;
Tell me how to help you heal the wound
That will always stay open
Locked in a haze
Somewhere between here
And the skies above —
A confusion of voices and colors
Big eyed cherub,
Your clumsy arrows
Make hearts bleed
And stain high hopes red — my wishes
Lie in someone else’s hands
In the garden grove,
Wild and pure,
We could survive holding onto light.
If your body gives away
Underneath the weight of the world, it’s unforgiving.
Hands pull, clench all the life from us all,
And it takes,
And it takes…
Love will leave us bare,
But love will lead us there —
You were not created
For a world that keeps you small
You’re a traveler of the sublime,
Leaving footprints behind
From here to beyond the unknown.
Across snowy roads —
A dance of colorful flames
Burns within your spirit;
Soul set on fire
Shiny spheres of mumbled words
And shared secrets
I will always regret telling you.
The pearls I found
When I swam in your eyes
And drowned in their blue
Have lost their value — tiny crystals
Of salt water
Reflect light to me,
And nothing more
I only remember you
When I selfishly wish
I could be embraced by comforting arms
Sunshine breaks through the clouds; in a dirty city
Where no one has time to breathe anymore.
Pollution or human nature?
Perhaps God is angry at us.
Maybe he’s long forgotten
About the people caught in the moment between now and eternity
Beating around reality,
Getting caught in the bush.
Endymion sleeps without knowing:
I had a love I lost in the stratosphere.
We never said a word,
I bit holes in my cheeks.
Tunneled to a sound you can’t make;
It’s a wave,
And like all waves,
Thank you, Ayde. Wouldn’t have found that without your comment.
Reading your palms as roads and maps
To your future and back; untold
Stories waiting to begin
And finally unfold —
I want to read every dubious word
Through the ways in your soul.
Going through your spirit
To protect you from your enemies
And the firing tongues — holding
Your hand through every half truth
And unfaithful hour