you have no more words for me, my love
perhaps i’ve exhausted all words between us
yet the sea on my side is a swell,
and its waves crash strong on my lonely shores
i have always loved the clear blue skies and snow
now i know, i’ll also always love the silvery fishes
i know you wish me well, and that i’ll find
my own hands to hold and heal my pain
birth & death & someone
Someone in my dream
rakes the leaves of a memory
hauling you out
from the abyss
of my pregnant pain
deep within my guts
where the green turns into brown
decaying and crumbling
at the tattered hands
of that someone.
I am the images of your smile
of the soft chestnut hair
on your suntanned face,
of the twinkle in my eyes
of our hands entwined
and our walk across the sandy beach.
I am the void you have left behind
of the evening colours and the sky
and an empty kiss.
I am the wait, enwrapped
in the salt water tears
I am the pain, whose shades disappear
into the oceans depth
out beyond the pier.
rings in my pond 