"Just I" If anything has sustained it is my memory of dreams that were not rescued.
Dreams I held for you.
If worlds can fall apart then so can I.
I hear distant laughter in each and every sign For I have resigned myself to let the vision step by.
And now unnoticed but still expressed by sighs.
If small things seem neglected by passers by closed boxes with assorted ribbons no one will ever know not even you just I.
- "Tenderness" Is there rain for flowers in your tenderness? Are there little boats to float in my pond? And water to trickle through little drawn lines on the sidewalk? The heat beats on my heavy on my back and turns my disconnected mutterings into worlds outside my spaces.
I only wish that you could imagine them too.
- "Pale" When did your laughter become so vacant? When did your eyes turn so pale? When did your breathing cease to mingle with mine? Little capsules of memories..
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I open and pour them out I sift through scattered remains tender hearts memories breathing eyes of laughter turned pale.
______________________ "Your Sorrow" For all this time will it suffice the mud on the ice covering whatever tunnels are left to hide in? You're weaker than I thought.
Your thoughts enclosed me 'til I finally noticed the shade of your sorrow.
Ahhh it is only mud on the ice.
-- "Coldest Night" He said it was an instinct the mirror on his face and then he led me through hallways of children misplaced.
Take your pick of any that you see They're all here on display.
Then seething through a noose he held up to my eyes my mind he held in place and he said are you surprised? It was the coldest of nights and the loneliest of dreams -