In another universe we will meet when the cooling light of stars will not cancel out each other. For now, I let this poem float, its words swimming around you in circles. Stand still, and the letters would tell you stories in ripples, even if they have to sink after they've spoken. In another universe … Continue reading All I have now is poetry
I sit alone in this room. I’m the sun in a solar system that has lost its planets. Why should I burn? My light is blinding me. It was different yesterday when you were here. We were binary stars then, gravitating towards each other, exchanging our warmth, our passion fuelling our light. Now that you have … Continue reading Lonely Sun
Wait, before you leave, Walk backwards through the door so it seems you never came. The Dirty Thirty, Poem 4
I see your face in the last shred of light tattoed into the sunset. I want to soak in your splendor before the horizon buries you in itself. Your eyes look at me and I see your love sprinkled like the stars, Each one carrying a bit of you in its fire. As the night … Continue reading Fleeting
Were you awake last night When the lake broke Into splinters flying apart, Like the words between you and me? Into spaces where we searched for remnants Of worlds left behind. Did you hear the sound of footsteps receding As we walked away from ourselves? Like tassels, they trail us now, Flowing in a random … Continue reading When the lake broke
Faces dwindle into dots As pages fly past Are you looking back at me From somewhere near the horizon? You slipped back slowly From center stage to dark aisles, Obscured behind the stars While I try to figure out your smile. So how is it beyond the sun? Is it darker than our darkest night? … Continue reading Beyond the Sun
