Time leans its heavy shadow
 
Over my shoulder.
 
Why must I do this to myself?
 
Perceptive eyes are watching,
 
Catching ambiguities
 
With minds made of nets.
 
Once it was release,
 
Speaking like this to you.
 
Now I fear it corners me
 
In unreciprocated transparency;
 
Melting me into pooled composites,
 
Adhering me to elemental memories.
 
 
 
I invite you to the doorway
 
Of this racing mind,
 
But you stand out in the yard.
 
Just beyond the beckoning
 
Forests of abstractions
 
And unsubstantial conversations,
 
Holding in your precious hands
 
Purple lilacs and scarlet lilies,
 
While moonflowers wilt
 
Upon my hearth décor.
 
 
 
I had hoped to solidify
 
This construct of you.
 
For when I dream
 
I know I have not long to wait
 
In these subconsciously
 
Manifesting thoughts,
 
Before I see you again.
 
I paused a moment in moonlight
 
That painted the snow-covered ground
 
Reflective shades of indigo,
 
While hallucinations of laughter
 
Echoed in the fleeting stars.
 
 
 
You passed by a thousand times,
 
While I was buried and gazing
 
Out of a small, white window.
 
I longed for the warmth of spring
 
To melt me from this cage.
 
To reach my hand through the air
 
And destroy this lasting silence,
 
To fill it with your name...
 
Yet you passed by a thousand times
 
While I was buried and gazing.
 
 
 
It is but constant repetition
 
That I swore to never trespass again.
 
To be this vulnerable;
 
To convey the distance of my mind
 
Through eyes, blue and pondering.
 
But, darling, here I am,
 
And here I will remain.
 
Until this dwindling candle
 
Sears my mind with light
 
And fills my heart with you.
 
Until this mind-melding, fate-welding
 
Experience fills the pages
 
Of every forgotten story...
 
As time leans its heavy shadow
 
Over my shoulder.

2013

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