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.

Letter to Image

Humbly behold dear heart,

how grief has rescued you 

from tragedy of a lone winter.

Clock

The 2 a.m. of my soul

awaits at the barricade

of recurring nights.

Territory

In the waters of my womb,

I subtly perceive

a place to return.

Instinct

Come, sail with me,

in this stream of death

that freely rescues.

Fossilized Love

When stars, feathers and the Self fall,

My little God, I search for you

beyond light, words and universe.

I weave the non-existent time

through evacuated memoirs of this flesh,

engulfed by the unreality of a lost heart.

Dear God, How many miles more to eternity?

.

My Shrinking Lover

III

Your Image! Dear love, your image

Comes to me in scarce shreds

Of death.

II

Where is your truth?

Where is your heart?

Have you lost the truth?

Have you lost the heart? 

I

My heart-less lover

in eternal disguise!

How flawless ? 

W (e) a v e

You are an ocean tide
Feeble.
Come to me!
Quietly.
Carry me to the depths
Of your
Endurance.

Hemorrhage

What myriad of memories are these?

Blazing in the vagueness of sky,

throbbing through this very dusk

of your absence, insanely unfolding

a continuum of sane despair for time,

leaving my Infinity in shreds!

Elemental

What’s burning in the rifts of your heart?

What’s taking you away from me?

What’s this universe?

Retrieve and reclaim the memory

of torment and tenderness, love.

You become the becoming

of an endless search.

I return to my own darkness,

I return to you.

This Endless See

'

This is where you begin,

This is where you end,

' I ' will meet you here,

Here is where .  .  .

Where?

ere?

?

.

.

,

The Unrecalled

The eroded womb

brood in secluse and silence

under the pre-historic skies,

To be born over and over again

in the ancient temple of my heart,

lost in time, lost in love.

Await

When all I only have is

just a helpless memory

of a long lost lover.