I Prefer Not To.
wafting ripples edging inward
when the sky had reached conclusion
treading long in earnest failing
foot sworn fate at rocky stream bed
spark embedded moment’s passing
left to right; in captive caption
trails grow cold and starburst shattered
at what great lengths do we now surface
only to return our silence
i stood watch for you; draped in new moon clashing
as all the wind found its resolve
clutching tightly your hand
staunching pain and sorrow
your touch granting solace
shrouded by the morrow’s fog
enchanted fluvial strands
scarlet, amber shades of comfort
following trails of silk
leading to infinity
wrapped in cloaked warmth
immersive depths afire
where mountains shelter lava
and torrents loom above
in your eyes of euxine waters
lies the mirrored truth revealed
understanding far beyond
all things to myself concealed
words gently seep downstream
breathing life from up on high
speak the very essence sealed
scars wrought of vital tears
stumbling through empty hollows
clamoring to stay aloft
countless paths of which to follow
my eyes closed, i await ensconced
plated crust lay underfoot
strife forever imminent
hovering heaps of granite
bearing relevant consequence
cracking like roars of thunder
bearing into crashing waves
besieging crumbling earth
left behind as grains of sand
once again we find these forms
drawn by forces unexplained
driven by nature, our mother
blessing us like desert rain
erstwhile flashes of our enduring tale
have danced across the stage in the theatre of my mind
these lavishly adorned accounts of amorous bliss
render me besotted with the beauty and boldness of your love
your words are as delicate motes of pollen
steadily born upon this weathered breast
breathing vitality anew
as familiar as tea and cake
bringing forth a fabled tapestry of time’s treasured trove
composed of our memories
transcendent twinkle entwined in euphony
the luck that looms our love’s lore lingers eternal
for once again, we have found one another
my spirit rejoices
ringing resonantly throughout the vales of the cosmos
in heart woven harmonic virtue
Winter’s dawn has drawn as it must
Soon to rust the iron hinged doorway
The one that trapped the pointed finger
Where all that was for only once
Bits of dried and crackled color
Faintly holding lost resemblance
Passing sun storms on persistent
Blanched beyond the pallid hues
Now these eyes have outgrown reason
Cried as many seasons shed
In the clearing it is shown
The frame has fit the puzzled pane
Still my scrutinous eye searches
For an answer, glancing inward
Stunted by the icy blades
Hanging from my grim reflection
Rotted wood that mirrored diamond
Stood before me once before
Smashed these toes, drew crimson water
Stoic in its disregard
All that happened has become
The stilted visions passing through
Vanishing as though to squander
Gathered thoughts on barren sand
Pictures state a stranger’s case
Strangled by the deepest lines
Digging deeper towards life
To fell the death long overdue
Though I heard the crickets clamor
As I sunk into the board
Creaking as it knows itself to
On the old submissive floor
Scattering to reach remission
Exits can’t escape my eyes
As apprised of wasted matters
Tapering eternal haste
Max, or Not 