An everlasting afternoon

It lingers like an everlasting afternoon
But now I ache for the barren night
Promise is a hazy gleam in the sky
I shield my eyes, I look away.

The rolling seas bring more to lament
To the shores of this quivering dawn
I tell myself it was worth this pain
And then I look for love elsewhere.

Tied up to the memory train
The churning is far too real.
Roiling and seething, like a black storm
In the confines of an undersized ship.

How will I sleep, how will I love,
While I carry it within?
How will I breathe, and make it count
When I'm listless and lost in your spin?

A fleeting gift

I beseech you to stay still

Lest you may stir the air and cause,

This dear moment to slip away

From the grasp of my senses in sway.

Rendered to quaking mush,

By the warmth of her tender touch,

Body, mind and soul - drifting

The veil of heaviness - lifting.

A song on the winter breeze

Sad in words, but of sweet tune

Through the depths of a black window

Adorned by a lonely moon.

I beseech you, my heart, stay still.

Lest you may wake her dreaming eyes.

Lest the world may turn wan again.

At the dying of this bittersweet fire.

Thinking on the Move - Words

These words are lifeless without you.
They do not breathe or feel without your embrace.

You think they are mine and yet, I don't see how. True, I dwelled upon and gave them form. But I would refrain to the best of my abilities from claiming them as my own. I would like to believe that they were always here - floating like orbs in all our minds, but caged by the rawness or absence of a means to express. I only carry them for a while and cherish their essence. Of what good is a wind that wont blow? What good is a seed you cannot sow? The moment they mean something to you, you carry them as well as I. The real wonder is how they go to you and yet from me, they are not gone. A singular ship that sails to its sailor. Read them, feel them and grant them life.

These words are lifeless without you.
They do not breathe or feel without your embrace.