Complexing intricacies born

Heart!

Shut up!

You do not know your leading!

I have what’s right,

You want what’s sweet.

Go back to sleep…

I’ll never search your thumping,

I’ll never call your name!

Heart!

Be still! you’re asking,

A leap on wounded knees.

 A bursting, humid pupae                                                                            

Is what today you’re posing.                                                                       

But, dearest heart!

Be silent.

Our running-path is closing…

FLIGHTLESS BIRD

I am a white

FLIGHTLESS BIRD

Prey and ghost

Of your touches.

I am welded to

My memories of you

My desires,

strange and desperate,

grounded…

eternally beseeching

 your towers of noon.

Minimal breach

Missing, is the empty shell

Half buried in sand.

Sadness, is the dried out

Bird nest, in late spring.

My feet slowly wonder,

The wet grass at the edge

Of the golden, yellow, forest,

As the last warm sunset,

Wears the color of your hair.

A nightingale reminds me…

Emptiness, reflected

In the bottom of the well.

Cold, dark, water…

Like the nights without hope,

Of coming together again.