I don't believe it anyway-
Anymore.
You're slipping through my
Hands
And shattering on the floor-
You're pulling me under like
Sand-
And I adore you
When you're here,
But now you're gone-
Fear facing,
Fire racing inside of me;
Enough to say
Just stay-
Gone.
Because then you won't pretend
You want me
Then never stay.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
I'd weave you dreams
If you'd close your eyes and sleep
In peace,
In my arms-
Like there's nothing on your shoulders-
No burden
To bare.
And I drink you up,
When I cannot hold you
Because you're fighting me
And slipping like water
Right through my hands-
And I feel you
And smell you
And drink you,
And you are everywhere
But I don't know you.
And you
Only pretend to.
For you-
I'd draw my sword
And my small self would slay
Fears
If you'd fall into me,
And let me catch you-
And keep you,
And weave your dreams.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Our past is bound
And sold away
For cents that brought
Us victory,
But still on these October days
I miss the outline of your face.
And there was
Emptiness
In the spaces of time
Where your lips were meant to
Envelope mine;
And even as off course
As you were
You linger in passages
Where I stir-
Where some part of my spirit
Longs for yours.
And low-
Sings the buildings
That I know
That hug the streets I used to Roam-
They'll tell you of how I left that Home-
The day I let you go.
And bound between the covers
Are
The vacant sheets
Of fading words
And the melodies
I miss today-
Of what October sold away.