The Vault

As I peeked inside the box
That contains my memories,
I found it as a tomb;
Sterile of life and
Cold and empty.
Full of so many years
Of decay and rot.
Repulsing my nose and
Reminding me again,
That there’s nothing left within
The years I’ve left behind.
So long gone are they all.
Memories of death
Are all that’s left and so
I can’t look back.
In fact,
I left that vault
When I denied my life
So many years ago.

Heartbreak

My heart is full of love
For every bird in every tree. .
Every animal that breathes.
I feel I know them
From furs to scales,
Feathers to tails,
They are my family.
But alas my heart keeps breaking
Every single day
For each injustice sent their way.
And I feel I cannot take it,
what I can’t banish from my mind.
What kind of world is this?
For what is made of the divine
Knows too much suffering to bear.
Everywhere I turn
My heart shatters there.

Walking on Water

I’ve been walking on water
All the days of my life.
Treading through the storm
In the midst of the night.
There are no paths
To light my way,
No footprints left
Behind my wake.
In my heart
I feel alone,
And that’s the truth
For all I know.
For when I grow afraid
And begin to sink,
I can find no hand
To rescue me.
I’m drowning
In a sea of snakes.
No wine to drink.
No bread to break.

Sonar

Yesterday’s meaning
Disappears while I’m sleeping
Into some unknown beyond.
If I can’t sleep
Does it mean I can keep
All my meanings til dawn?
This ocean’s too deep
For the dark to retreat
And my hopes to sail on.
My mind is gone.
This is no mere pond.
Somewhere down there
Echoes fervently respond.
A ping for a pong
In a sad flowing song,
In the blackest ocean lairs
Of inner meanings gone wrong.

Waiting at the god damn doctor’s office.

Gazes met
For moments unfurled,
To see the face of meaning.
A desire to inquire
Unruly worlds
And empty words.
To destroy any end’s beginning.
Denial.
Yours are the only
Eyes I’ve returned
Unflinching,
For the thousand years
For which I’ve yearned,
Unrelenting,
A love unearned
Is bound to burn,
Without repenting.
Where are we now?
In labyrinthine sound.
Hope can’t be lost
Where love is found.

Memory’s Bliss

So many years between
Mine and yours.
That day so close I could almost touch
Your skin.
But I didn’t.
I watched you walk away
As I’ve watched all
And ever since,
My time with you has been
Drowning in memory’s bliss.

Drowning in You

An obstructive beginning
Is to find myself drowning in
The thought of you.
The smell the touch the voice
Of you.
I would much rather drown
Than be lost at sea
With naught for light
And arms empty.