Presence

Whimsical mystique of this dance between you and me,
served us well in the looking glass self,
sky held down, knuckles out, primal wealth.

Stole a glance and begged for one more,
as lips quell for the return,
the heart suspended in air, head to floor.

The triumphant pulse of broken veneer, undercurrent hum of fluorescence,
quiet under sheets where not a soul could interfere.

Sweat infused satin, you trembling to never be left alone here.
My promise to come back to you,
pining for my flesh as I draw near.

Old Man

Is that me, staring back at me someday?
The old man in the window, holding the twilight’s last moments at bay.
All the thoughts of regretful stalmates, talking with little to say.

Is that you circling the block again, searching all you lost again?
Alone and fearful. This may be the end.
Looking as I pass, your nook hidden from the world, taken from lost daydreams unfurled.

Broken Winters, Endless Spring.

You and I, seated at crossroads where the horizon begs our hand for direction.

The Clouds Left Us

In a cloud, time to come down,
stay with me just one moment til then.
The stars, where they hide, grass as I lie
still long enough, when night closes in.
Rolling down those hills, naive kids full of beer,
the world spinning into adulthood.
Where the fray is unhinged, every memory cinched.
Let’s never forget how that felt.

Ocean

You can’t absorb the world, Tim

It doesn’t work that way.

They’ve got to slosh through the puddles on their own.

The difference it makes, if any at all,

outside of the grey.

The world that complicates

Puddles into tidal waves

The ocean swallows with disregard.

With a blue-tinged smile,

and sea foam a mile wide.

Phantasm

Spectral made real, minutes creep.
Every corner alive, the room casts shadows, deafening

You can hide away here

Thin veil, from the windowsill to the sky
Moon smirks through glass, unloading lonely thoughts
Parched lips, from sleepless nights, spiders weaving in silent stitches
The shadows danced, came alive, what was

What will never be

Phantasm, retreat under covers,
safety in blindness, veiled in silence.
Fretting they will never leave
until the light wakes you.
Scared to breathe