noyade

Our ship had taken on water. Long ago. Still, I wait, Bound to the mast, Blindfolded, Deafened, Gagged, Yet the lightning dazzles, The roaring of the storm does not cease, And the bloody tang of salt spray... My throat burns, As I cry for thee. Impossible.

An Old Wish

I'm too old for wishes, My children remind me. Little brats, I say. Don't I deserve, To cash in all of my time, And remember what it felt like, -- for just one moment, I beg you -- To be young and loved. and to have the wisdom to appreciate it this time.

Spring Sunrise

Lingering just outside of work, still in my old car,In the dark hours before the sunrise, While false flurries fall like discarded static. The car stereo beats a rhythm that aches around me,Yet the world seems awfully dim 'neath yellow headlights,Yearning for something lostIn that transient strangeness of an earlier Spring. Like our breath, I … Continue reading Spring Sunrise

midland new years

Virgin snow drifts down, Clinging to moist eyelashes,Tears sting, fail to fall. Cold mornings haunt me, I see your breath in the air, Strange to miss you still. My lips still feel numb, From stolen, drunken kisses, New Years' revelry. So much to regret, But as the New Year dawns bright,For you, I will try.

Echoes

I'm a shallow well,Repeating the same verses,Like an old echo. Weep into my depths, O Muse,And fill me with purpose To the very end,We're all just telling stories,So does it matter,That after all of this time,I have but just one to tell?