Before I See

Lay your heart

like a lonely wintry road.

Lost in the millions of years,

It dreams like a river.
I lit a light in the deepest corners

to find your newborn feet.

Walk towards my soul,

because this quiet sea

dreams of a path.

Of Storms, of Deaths and of Healing

Old breezes,

wet my feet.

New twigs,

bloom.

Roots

My soul corrodes

in the innermost circuits

of our disjoined selves.

Anchor

Dear heart, quietly endure

these endless storms

leading you home.

Retrieve

The truth steps in quietly

with its yearning feet that

lie in timeless love and wait.

Where else can a bruised heart stop?

Morning Sickness

Pain:

Discharge from a weary heart

leak into private crevices.

Wet:

Your image bleed and spill

over my night garments.

Burn:

These uneasy pores on skin

breed forgotten warmth.

Loath:

Your absence soaked in the air

make this moment unbreathable.

Fatigue:

The heart wanders until

it forgets its own rhythm.

Unloving

How incessantly we halt

with the moving time

that’s born in us.

Be-ing

An ending self

quietly burns inside

forgetfully.

Be awake love,

I bear tonight

a predestined pain

blowing unhurriedly

over the ashes of time

heaped in the vacuous-ness

of our disorderly hearts.

Residue

Memories drift

like the tiny seashells

we once played with

on shores of time.

Dis connect

How unlived is this moment
as I slowly settle like dust
over the surface of an old self.
Before the dawn scatters,
gently cast your canopy, love,
over my meandering heart.

That Never Leaves

Hold me ceaselessly

as I drown in time.

Ground

Like feathers of an extinct bird,

one by one I fall into your abyss.
How do I fly without the sky?

Endure

This evening haze,

swarms through the membrane

of an unsettled moment

that leaks like a childhood wound.

Barren like a motherless sky,

I ache for your subtle birth

dear thought.

Apple of the Self’s Eye

Around the nucleus

of this truth called love

revolves a hymn

like an old friend

that never ceased

to sound like an answer.