echo

Unspoken things take flight

From under this wing-

Foresight

and a menacing wave of dreams

peel through the film of my lashes

through the smoke i see the ashes

 

dawn is cracking

With an echo to bleed the deaf blind

A withering glimpse

At a different descent
The inevitable passage of time

A rift of light

Falls through this space

We lie

while we lie

With heaviness upon our form

Tangled in naked warmth

Vivid in the muted stillness of morning

Illumination scatters upon loose lids of these eyes

Opened to define

the limit in this light

a smile painted on your

patient

sleeping

face

(Awaiting awake)

this flutter twists to trepidation

forget what i know

dig deeper for what i hope

to find

 

 

this fathom i’ve sought out

i’m still looking for

 

i find myself restless under pillows

i step to the floor
and this faint of fog is burning off

quietly

i stumble over your words

overturned in search 
those vaguely obscure

simple silent sounds

draw nearer to me

an unspoken perception

blanketed by hope and weary

 

from a peripheral place

i see a door

swing heavy to my left

 

ignition through curiosity

i stand once more

where i stood before

a timid walk

through the threshold of this door

brings wicked

familiarity

clarity ... 

we walk

alone

lucidity and me