at sea

in the ocean
a life once lead
would be lost
to the thought that
the next wave would
destroy us

and why should it not
leave us naked
to finally be real together
where we might have
one chance at making it
out alive

making it out
to dry land where
having seen love
we would long
to once again
be lost

at Sea

and to forever

it has been
what some may say
years
and would it be wrong?

to say to you
"you broke my heart"
and those are words
you don't deserve

but those are
the first words
i have had the heart
to say
to anyone other than myself...

when

what will you think

when you hear my voice

screaming in whispers

choking

cannot hear myself

explain reasons for sleep

or waking

and this night not really

telling myself the truth or

never telling it

rippling water

words

words

words

has there been so many spilled

that here i sit

without them

and nothing since i met you

is as it should be

take that as you will

the shrouded city sleeps restlessly tonight

sad

that you should illicit

any feeling now

any

thing

the snow falls upwards

the rivers run dry

for that is what is left

thinking of phrases that someone might like

someone other than me

and it still says nothing

says everything

looking into rippling water

It is this night

late as always

sending air kisses to the moon

there it is

there is something

something more

waiting in the wings as it were

telling me secrets

feeding me lines that will forever be forgotten

no more eating from the hand

released for the day

relinquished for the feast

on the brink

of making a discovery

tiptoeing to eternity

about to lock lips

and here i am

swirling in a world of

endless possibility

eating of the normal life

awaken

first to the tower

the sun reflects
illuminating your petrified face
the years made sure
and this wayfarer stares
one day years ago
but fast in this heart
the way you looked that day

flirting through the stay
all the time that could be spent
spying you from vantages
secret moments
no one knew

how is it
after all your years
and the few fallen
on this young crown
that your solid form
should still illicit such
feeling
stirring deep

and these words
spilled before the masses
will never make one stir
as the breath taken
caught at your sight
and then lost
forever a gift to the unknown
waiting until we lay eye on each other again