Haunted by these same patterns
that cut my skin into words
so ancient, it's hard to remember,
but the pain is familiar,
cries still linger,
washed into the moonlight,
drifting on the lonely seas-
those old times of you and me.
Silent darkness under the stars
are made for weeping
they slip away on the milky way,
I soar and fall
all in a matter of seconds,
and in those seconds... I remember,
I know that what I saw you do
and what I did was seen by you,
and I succumb to my dreams,
but dreams are often vague
and transparent,
passing across minds and hearts
to wake into the sun of days,
...expiring.
Elements of fire and wind take my hands,
spinning me counter-clockwise
til everything I ever knew
has disappeared out of sight,
and I know that it begins again,
that love, held like a
precious gem of first beginnings,
glimmers into my view again
leaving behind a scattered
and wasted soul,
separated from humanity
destined to fail every time-
I rise to my feet,
brush myself off and believe.
Where are the promises you made?
where is the trust given freely?
do you think that laughter
is ever missed in the distance
between you and I?
Yesterday has just dawned
and I have nothing visible
to see or to cling to,
and in moments
when I am truthful with myself...
I miss you.
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