I long for you to be with me
like dew on grass at morning free...
eyes that only dream of you,
bore holes in others searching...
I never understood the mess we made,
Nor could I come to terms with all we lost...
What made us hungry for our own destruction?
A strange disease that makes us lose our function...
is the silence damning or was it the lack of...
in the garden? it made me think too much of you...
picture this –
you are bound to her...
I still know it.
I live in the city center, 26th Ave...
A crispy silver moonlight shone
upon the frosty leaves...
Most leave.
Most never notice...
another year draws to a close
with my feelings only stronger...
I soak in the clear well of morning dues
to bespatter...
I
remember when you...