Fleeting

I hung my love
with care
onto soft white edges
of spring clouds
floating
as waves crash
rhythmically
onto ancient shores
wondering
if the peaceful breeze
will be a companion
to my sun
or disappear
with the clouds
and your love
fleeting
to unreachable lands

Night Music

A violin breaks open its heart
in the light of the dying moon
releasing its mournful weeping
into the abandoned city night.

The voices hum with the drums
holding the cold hands of winter
dance in dark fearful corners
tiptoeing over my sleeping skin.

Death Of A Brother

In a moment the deep known unknown collide, captured by a dome of muffled silence within a swirling sea of chaos and metal and a bloodied scull on asphalt.

Eternity painfully binds itself into a slow timelessness, outside the laws of nature into a cacophony of tears and blackouts and crying the impossible into existence.

Pushing away the heavy cloak of forever darkness, hovering over the battlefield of hopeless prayers and disoriented running and futile clinging onto life for goodbyes.

Nightfall brings tides of sleep and waking horror, a presence in the corner patiently repeating he’s gone and falling of a cliff and drifting into forgetting to remember.

Grief relentlessly stalking its bewildered pray, spilling into the light of every sunrise and threading itself through endless days and crashing into the brown box in a hole.

Eternity unwinds itself into the rhythm of time, unfolding into the guilt of life that remains and memories captured in scars and the loss of the what could’ve been.