Where Silence Takes You II

She saw her own discretion

in the way that she coyly clicked down rain slicked cobblestones

failing to follow the heavy crushing swell

of the advancing mobs

and in fact divorcing herself completely

from all the pride her parents once felt

what once seemed just a timid dream

had become the reason to swallow her screams

stowing away from so much make believe

and falling away from the long shadows

of gargantuan black buildings

she is preparing herself to be so bold

to find him once more

and never

let

go.

waiting for you

several solar sigils blink out

passing into the low clouds below

this has happened several thousand times now

at the place where she raised her willowy arms above the horizon

leaving tender branches broken in the sudden wind

and you hum like a hurricane

such a sweet melody of regret

withering on the watchful burning breeze

sweet thing......

her collaboration with the sixth sense

a pact.

as midnight slowly stabs its way under the door

and drips between rows of overturned earth outside

on the cruel frozen farmland

we once called home.

you are a song.

Where Silence Takes You

trickle down......

well water wasted on another crack in the ground

Just for a short while we stood

stared

and stuttering I told her that flowers

were never the best way

to say "I'm sorry"

or i would have thought of it days ago

and trembling I left to walk up that hill

one step and one word at a time

thin branches still reach for the moon

among drawn shade

and frozen roses

softly soaring between the golden rings around your eyes

and an endless avenue of leaning birch trees

I haven't slept in days

for fear that you may vanish again

in passing

calm waters collect around low branches

a distant call on red wing point

a distant siren fading on highways

she's standing at the edge of a short pier

facing out into the distance

while black braids dance darkly

around her smouldering shoulders

one hand closed, clutching hope

one stretched open for the hand of his ghost

the sun sits frozen between the trees

blinks out and peeks over cold seas

a gift unopened placed at her bare feet

and the old boards creak where they used to meet

they give the world...

they wait for the word.....

the gift

the same strange dance for six years straight

the conqueror of the moon's quiet pale face

with her sly September grins

she's carrying a bouquet of northern lights

clutched close to her cradle

red running wild

she sees his last smile

underneath the sheets

where bright nights dim

in time, in tune with the receeding winds

remembering green tides of times frozen

she's searching all day on December beach

for a calm spot to lay

her final gift to him...

Cherish

If only there were a way

to call you back

I'd fly like a phoenix

into your arms.....

kotoshi saigo no yuki no hi (a mourning crown of phantom silk)

There she stands in the center of the room

dark green velvet smile and twilight hues

as though the silvers in the paper had come alive

she seems to be three people tonight

and this time seems different from all the rest

inches apart and in the dark

she guides his hands towards her heart

as lips tenderly brush just once

under falling fabric of winter dusk

which instantly fades with the coming morning light

to become just a hazy ghostly token

of times never spent

they knew no future together

but in moments of recollection..........

10 years ago when,

a braided length of hair was his most treasured possession

and how time seems to take great pains

to move so slowly at times like these

reflecting regrets in blinding bright diamond shine

they still sometimes wake

with tears in their eyes.