[456] Losing Touch

Holding hands with
Your eyes closed,
You hear no longer
A word from her;
At any question or remark,
Answer is null and void.
Open these shades
Cast upon yourself,
And see what you hold onto.

Cold as stone,
Bare but bone.

[455] The Embers

I want your warmth,
Like once long ago,
Yet still, never to be the same;
Not, however, any less close.
I need you to know,
I know you know we know it’s so,
No need to say the way in which
We trust in forever, we trust that together.
I love you;
Will love, loving, loved,
With or without the words,
We promise everglow.
We know.
Us.

[454] The Adventurous Kind

It is no secret: I cannot swim.
It was no matter, no real danger, perhaps,
The matter before us that was
To try to cross without the bridge of man,
But of much fresher fallen wood.
At most, if fallen, chilling– no, chilly
Inconvenience, not worthy of
Much worry, or such dramatic pose, I suppose,
Yet here we are, and I dare questioned
If you shall really follow me, still?

There we stood on the other side,
By side, like we always knew.
No matter what or where we may find,
It is together we are our kind.

[453] The Life Of The Land

The thing about
What lies beneath the ground,
With which you choose to root yourself down,
Is no one can see a thing of it.
Not even your own eyes,
Despite what you may feel
Beneath the soil…
Support obscured, enclosed,
Entrapping, and wrapping
To the land of the dead.
It is the only land.
It is the deal
At hand.

[452] Lost Child

Where has
Their darling child gone?
Up, up into
A place they look down upon
The places
They were in times before.
Grown so,
As will happen again and again,
But they
Witness only this once.

[451] Decline

A year or more, I can’t recall,
But the decline unseen,
I dare not fall
Under the weights
To find the ways in which
I’ve lost it all.

[450] Trickle

Time so precious
It trickles away
So you try to stay awake
And not to waste away
But tired, time waits not
For your heavy eyes.
You’ve saved nothing.

[449] Semblance

What if it’s illusion?
That you make sense
Of all this? Symbols,
Arranged in other ways,
Foreign and unreadable,
Yet these be the exception.
But how can you be so certain?
Am I really questioning you,
Or are you questioning yourself?
What’s the difference?

[448] Feather Falling

To bind his wounds
Was the act of love
Beyond all else
To bind you to him.
And I see now
That time has come
The first string frayed,
The final string to stay
Not long, as all woven holds on
To nothing but itself,
In an embrace of autonomy.
Now he is in my care,
As I was in yours,
And you in mine,
And us in his
All the same.
A gift to each other
Again and again,
After all this time,
And not held by debt,
Like what one ought or face guilt,
But by the love that defines
A knowledge that the divine
Rest within these timeless strings
And the ways they intertwine.

[447] Dichotomy

The Shadow being
Here to illuminate you.
It is a darkness that shines
To the ones once so young,
Now fulfilling the picture
For a new bloom into old.