Sunday, July 20, 2008
I caught a glimpse too late
But made a vow,
As a way to see you again
Though eternity struggles to cope with now.
In transit moments of the shifting waves
I remember so clearly how your body moved
In the warm light of morning through frosted panes
There is love....
Where centuries of illusion called your name,
(Though now you are the trigger)
Though our beautiful paper angels,
(Created by the very fury of our love)
Have blinded the very voice of every black building that ever doubted us,
Overlooking the sea
Where the sun shines no more.....
There is love.
Through legions of faded hearts
As our scarlet guardians grow large in the sky
And razor Winter shatters for us in time
As our clear circle of terror turns in equal ways
Our future becomes the present,
And as we sleep we hope to dream...
Of a chance to begin again
Where are you?
There is love.....
As my assassin I salute you
And pay respect to storm clouds of vanishing dreams
Bright lights of salvation burn
Through the last few remaining leaves
On the tree of life again
I have clearly seen your eyes through my maelstrom
And in the briefest, cruelest glimpse of final sunlight
As our comets crash
We slip Away again
And drowning you can't tell me
And I can't tell you....
( _ ____ ___ )
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
In reflection, 10 years ago....
When even the gulls were frozen
In muted skies of disbelief
When we were as simple as Autumn rain
The house we grew up in and the yard where we'd play
When Sundays traced by like slow motion
When razor Winter was so far across the ocean....
When I held you close in that room with frosted panes
When every song you shook from your hair sang my name
When your black army jacket danced in the breeze
On that October night you saved me from the sea
When war was just a spot on the news
And we walked through the snow with painted hearts on our boots
When we thought these days never end.
Could never end
How could I have agreed to go?
To pass into the open arms of sorrow while you suffered alone.
Still, torrents of paper angels fall from your hair
I hold you shining eyes with mine and swear.....
Nothing could have ever kept us apart
If only I were the one to design your heart.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Open your eyes
Tell me it's not too late
The darkest vehicle for the heart is the mind
And all you thought you'd left behind
Awaits patiently but not without mercy
To collect the debt we all must pay
And in submission and with regret
Her last kisses crash down, just for them
As every perfect grey day left
Overcast and open eyes
And a tiny shallow space
Where his broken body drifts among the splintered timber
There in the dreaming arms of the sea.
"I'm almost home"
Thursday, July 3, 2008
A ruined truth blows through frozen flames
staring into glassy eyes
and for just an instant she thought she once held a name
aside from this tempest
the companion of razor winter's barbed wire skies
in a sixty second sentiment
she has lost her heart
and can only continue to run
so cold blows the wind
from this storm she has become