River in My Bloodstream (day 2413)

Listen to the raindrops
Finding my way home
A whisper in the darkness
Memory now long gone

Can’t listen to the rhythm
Rabbits in my ears
Folding up our broken stream
Holding out my hands

River in my bloodstream
Paddling my way home
Setting out my darkness
I grew up here again

Swimming out past midstream
Dagger in my plan
Rugged from the north land
Leaving there my heartbeat

Freckles and Moles (day 2378)

What would it feel like to have your neck in my lips
Your skin so close to my heartbeat.
Would your eyes look up at mine
From the top of your conscious gaze?
Would it be your fingertips or mine
Tracing entangled veins, tender areas
Upon a dreamscape of freckles and moles
A back opening up like hidden pages of a precious diary.
Would we’d twist and roll
Like two logs in a well kept fire
Burning as slow as we could
So each new ember could linger upon our tongues?
Would sensations erupt here?
Down our traced spines
While our roots began to slowly grow tighter
In a full surrender to our nature.

Riverbed (day 2229)

My heartbeat thunders through riverbed rocks
Smoothly echoing off canyon walls
Sounds of power, strength,
And my hand-to-chest roars
With each moment, each thought, each translucent vision
That scrolls out before me
Just as ancient oaks and black spruce and a needle strewn path
Leads me into an unending future
I sit gazing as fog enters
As the torrential river carries my thoughts
And a loon calls to me from the distance.

My Breath Caught in Fire (day 2206)

Crescent of my memory
Shines like water we braved together,
Amidst barnacles and salty slime
Where my dancing heart played games
With the sea lion
That so transfixed your gaze.

We dried our shivering hairs
Upon rocks of an overcast day
That supped with each ebb and flow,
Gathering my breath caught in fire
– each step to the four corners of earth.

An innocence I hadn’t expected
A sensitivity I hadn’t planned
A heartbeat I have learned to only observe
Though my inclining fingers reach towards
For this, long ago, has bowed deeply
To the essence and reality of you.

I Am Not Sorry (day 1974)

Your choice is my misunderstanding
And for that I am sorry
Your past experience is my current overstepping
And for that I am sorry
Your love is my overwhelming
And for that I am sorry
Your human is my object of admiration
And for that I am sorry
Your patience is my forever questioning
And for that I am sorry
Your vision is my deep desiring
And for that I am sorry
Your time is forever my story
And for that I am sorry
Your absence is my sit and worry
And for that I am sorry
Your journey is my wildest dream
And for that I am sorry
Your heartbeat is my symphony
And for that I am sorry
Your light steps is my pitter-patter
And for that I am sorry
Your sleeping lips are my favorite dream
And for that I am sorry
Your calmest question is my quickest help
And for that I am sorry
Your silence is my sentence
And for that I am sorry

But my love, no, for my love
Which I will not delay
For that I am not sorry

Here To Stay (day 1929)

I want to go off and into something else
I’m not here anymore, left blowing into the wind.
Where does my pain come from every night?
Leave me there, it’s in my soothing song.
It’s not lines I’ve drawn across my head
Nor lines that draw my sheet to bed,
It’s circles running down my cheeks
To smother every heartbeat I don’t want to forget.
I’ve lost the difference in my dreams,
They’ve come into my days with open eyes
Reaching out to what I see;
Reflections shaking out in twilight’s lake.
Harmony will be my memory’s drawing
As I lay my bedding down as straw,
Take my hand with what I’ve yet to say
And brush my dusty shoes so that it’s here I’ll stay.

Steam (day 1683)

All that’s left is a silhouette
Screaming out in bursts of steam,
Each echo, forever damped.
Each heartbeat, forever cold
And solemnly lifting this black trailing gown
Lightly off Lucifer’s cold ground,
Frozen unevenly like ghastly daggers
So elegantly strapped
To my heaving chest in triumph.
And so fades thy vision.

Forecast (day 1646)

This is the forecast
Slipped on the sunlight
And landed on a wave.
We carried emotions
In rainy weather shadows
And in half of a heartbeat
Hope came and held up a chance.
Secrets were too softly;
Heartache came too lightly;
If I was a preacher I’d have
Called the kids all home.

More or Less (day 1636)

Listening to me. Listening to feelings transpose into logic at a thousand frames per second. Listening to a new widow sigh on a train into dark night.

With your help I have gone a step beyond. An echo off in the distance as a bat flaps it’s wings in pure silence. But my heartbeat has become deafening, your pulse as elixir.

Listening to me delicately tap echoing waves into a silent-still pond, fireflies becoming breath upon my eyes here aglow. And a memory, just like you said: life is not more less.