i look for you
in silent corners
in darkened rooms
through cracks
in ceiling tiles
in places where
nobody smiles
I look for you
until I see
the mirrored face
of destiny
repeating what
I cannot say
my thoughts begin
to float away
I focus on
the thought of you
a child of God
before you grew
the only thing
that time has built
are crumbling palaces
of guilt
Autumn – The season begins to shift, and the sky knows it before even the trees catch on. The windows reflect on the change, setting their sashes against the rains to come.
autumn in the back bay
what is
still?
nothing.
movement
is eternal.
in that way
such is my love
for you.
we move
in sync,
on a wavelength
entirely our own.
in sync,
to move as one.
to love
as one.
to drift,
on an ocean of clouds
to dance,
in the ether of life
as one,
in sync.
things begin to wither,
life begins to fade.
temporary colours
no longer on parade.
thus rests the dragonfly,
from it’s skittish flight.
time to settle in
for the long and lonely night.
I await the comfort
of your tender hand,
to get me through this time
that I don’t understand.
my soul feels the shadow
of dark days just ahead.
I await the comfort
of your body in my bed.
lie with me
that I
may know brighter days,
if only in your embrace.
we never think
of trees as dying.
they can only
give up their leaves
so many times.
the pain of letting go
flows
as if crying,
until the poem
no longer rhymes.
I seek your soul
in the trees of the forest,
in the streams
that descend from the mountains.
there is a piece of it
in every ripple,
in every leaf
that flutters in the breeze.
the essence of you
touches all that I see,
envelopes my senses
an ideal perfected,
your beauty
reflected.
there once was a note
the seasons change,
am I the one,
who has drifted
too far from the sun?
October
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