original prose – Page 3 – Back to the Monastery

what became
of our hope chest
as the years took their toll

hope would seep out
through each crack
and hole

i never knew anything
that filled me with a certainty

I was a floater
nothing more
never knowing
a thing for sure

that is not to say
this is what I embrace

I’m
not
sure

i’ve spent time in places
where I did not wish to be
lost between the spaces
of the now and eternity
looking for

what wind
and tide
and age
hath wrought
silence, says the wind
all battles
have been fought
silence, says the wind
I have a place for you

she thinks of love
as just a memory
a fragment of a ghost
she’ll never see
floating somewhere
in eternity
meant for someones
heart
not hers

you were here
there are pieces of you
everywhere

you slowly melt
and seep into me

wash over me

there will be rivulets of

you

running down my chest

and pools of you
clinging

and tiny beads of you
singing

your sweet song
in my ear

and you will enter
my head

as a slow moving tear

and then you will see

you are already there

somewhere
there
is a heart
waiting
to open

i hope
that heart
is yours

somewhere in my past
there walks a guilty man
you can be sure
there is no cure
from what
I understand

lying where you left them
all those months ago

the thought
that they were held,
that they were squeezed

by you

turns my world
a shade of blue

to get lost
implies
one knows
where one is going.

or, at the very least,
where one is

or was.

coupled with
the faintest
idea of how
one got to where

one doesn’t know
where one is

or was

in the first place.