A Memoir

Was it you I saw
Through the crowd
Of people and memories
Whose fields well ploughed
Are home to the
Wasted barren scapes?
My heart digests
My mind escapes.


Was it you I touched?
On my window sill
Disguised as dew
So cold and still
And full and fresh
And clean and pure
Was it you I felt?
I guess I’m sure.


Intricately carved
Explicitly viewed
Every glance every look
Is deemed miscued
As I think it over
Was it you I knew?
The questions are many
Answers, very few.

Troughs And Crests

Forbidden and forgotten,
I walk on thin ice.
I feel lonely, hurt,
And surprisingly nice.

Wandering withered
Blank look in my eyes,
A distant gaze comforts me,
As i feel i rise.

Barefoot and bareback,
I walk on narrow ridges,
Love you more than i've ever loved,
And try to build those bridges.

Shamed and shunned,
I walk my way.
They look to me for answers,
There's nothing I say.

Inherently impatient,
I wait for you here.
I force a languid smile and,
Drive away those tears.

Heartbroken and happy,
On river banks i stand,
Waiting for your ship to dock,
And you to hold my hand.