your fashioning, your mending

and like a box within a box,

meant with all conviction,

thrown up to drift in search of hopeful capture.

this is forever massive.

so worthy of your respect, so essential to hear,

never more deserving of your bending ear.

a brush aside in laughter

thick with blinkered ignorance and unseen danger.

think beyond the superficial,

then chew and ingest and grow fat on true meaning

or be forever

sick

on eventual and ultimate

to heal the way from you to me...

the willful ways we fix and fly

lit candle shadows, gift flowers

folded images, tender words conceal

desires warm, in sorrow comfort cold reveal

drink haze clouded eyes and mind

flickered thoughts and shadows ill-defined

glow glitter fingers dance and mime

while music strips the sense from time

it swirls me lost and shows me sleep

i feel late evening embers creep

'til calling cuts the evening blurred

laps at my feet

penetrates my skin

sucks me in

pulls me deep

constant surprise

at the depth of this feeling

keep my head up

relax and swim with the waves

i am supported and safe

shut off my senses

the noise and distraction

i revel in your thoughts

and give up myself

pull me through these endless hours

heave me fast through cool and white

conjugate these minds of ours

bring her love into my sight

give me means to touch and taste

her blackened beauty looming in

to make this longing be displaced

can you find the strength inside

to help you through the days and nights

until we are one?

is there nothing i can say?

is there nothing i can do,

empty

like the glass that passed between us

in the near and flickering darkness..

empty of the wine,

meant to forget the many times

of cruel formation and endless recall

of tear-stained memories.

empty

i am, of ways

to flush away the hateful past

like these bottles, drained and washed.

our swimming heads collide

in the glow of early morning,

and warming is the comfort we imbibe..

but day will come too soon

to wrench back forgotten smiles

revealing yet again the dreadful piles

of enormous ingrained sadness..

and i remember once again, how

empty

i become

to the light that draws you on

like the shining of the dawn

reveal the vile and stinging sounds

spit out uncaring word saliva

my lady swoops and circles

diving in and beyond on fate's unforgiving breeze

passing fleeting shadows over

giving wisps of light and word

teasing tender drops to fall into my hand

hidden by the clouds of unknown effect

leaving trails of ghostly silence

and on gusts of awful confusion

empty space feels the push and prick

of your new and tender spears,

unfolding buds spill chalky dust

onto shiny sun-catching hands, waiting,

fingering the air, tasting the world,

fragile and dependent on unselfish care,

so naive in your need,

and so very beautiful.

i seem jealous of sure and steady growth

in peace,

and in painful absence.

the power of living presence

replenishes constant memory

as i return the gift,

quench this thirst for love,

falling sun glows

like burning embers

hot as passion

magnificent clouds shine

like smiling faces

warm as summer

spiky trees stand

like silhouetted hands

dark as winter

daytime comes to end

light gives way to sadness

press hard on the shoulders of time,

crush the hours, like tin cans to twisted metal

give no breadth or width to weeks, no depth to days

and squeeze the life from every simple second

turn then into now

your eye

your single, sad eye

your eye that speaks volumes

of sadness

your lips

your bloody red lips

pursed in impatience

intolerant of life

a life full of grief

a heart full of woe

a head full of hope

your face stares in silence

tells me everything and nothing

the light playing upon it is warm

but like the judgement of the world,

seems to sear and scold

seems to burn a great hole

but the real light which shines

is still from the eye

a glimmer, but faint

there is still hope

if only you try

i sit and look into this eye

if i tried to tell you

how ingrained you are

words would fail,

fail as often they do

when feelings overwhelm

their strength blots out their names.

i know what i know,

i do not need to name these thoughts

for me,

but only so you know

how deep you penetrate, and fill,

how far i have been taken,

how much i want to tell you,

how much i want you

to know that i am yours