hey
I been thinkin’ bout you.
moments still descend from oleander into onyx
persistent, linger thoughts of your rapport
I walked along the line in languor
like the thousand days before
in the canyon where the sky once spit out fiery metal
the faintest breeze aroused a rustling
as I neared the elm-thronged clearing
ghostly remnants haunting rubble
in the durance of unrest
striking me with urgent ponder
rain-soaked midnight kiss of winter
need to stay time’s sifting sands
fumbling through love’s confessing
though none were tantamount
to the exigence of your return
spurned without the solace of your gentle disposition
I stumbled looking downward
as I searched the desert floor
looking for a mote of Mother Nature
I could capture in a bezel
of her bounty’s afterthought
my mind began to wander
through the endless roads meandering
each one holding hollow hopes
your hand in mine
the empty skies
adust with burning amber
if we could, just for one moment
steal away beyond the sunset
where no worlds would lie between us
I could see my woes and worries
vanish into nothingness
alas, my otherworldly aster
seraphim of wistful winds
this distance belies reconcile
and I have yet to find an answer
leading to sufficient ends
[image credit: James R. Eads]
Max, or Not 