The birds were singing, and the trees, though still steeped in their stillness… I let her in to have her way with my heart… But what else to do when daylight comes to you with a song.
One day closer. We will bridge the chasm that is the you and me, that are these shells. I feel the currents getting stronger and stronger as we are pulled farther and farther away from the nothingness and confusion that is this life. I see them dressed to the nines, dressed in their dignity, andContinue reading “The Chasm”
The night is a banquet of sounds. But over the hills, through the maples, beech trees, pines, I leave the confines of my walls. A lone bird sings. I pad the soft and glistening grass to where, beneath a cold mound…your forgotten I love you’s.
Clumps of darkness, that are The trees, and wedged between Buildings… But comes the luminescent Blue dawn, When all that is The night and dreaming We will not now need.
All from my alienation, I am returned, the smallest of its moving parts. I feel in tune, her love a symbol of the universe, the veering between motion and stillness. sir.morose
I see the glint in his eyes, hear the flutter in his voice, barely recognisable. But a bird is a bird; and – though all the way up there – within his wings, within his bosom, carries ever still, all his dark histories.