Tag: space
For You, My Dear (day 3142)
I want you to be here
So I can feel your breath
Shared with me.
I want you to be here
So I can feel you quiver
Against the cold.
When the moon rises
And lingers closely
There’s a space waiting
For you, my dear.
When I stop a moment
In the wildest forest
There’s a clearing
For you, my dear.
Moving (day 2987)
Cardboard boxes
Limited space
Strategically placed
Delicate Hand (day 2922)
With you
I have floated through time
To be touched
Rainbow and shine
So long
With a sweet embrace
No longer
Dare I leave this space
Harmony crawling
Hand in hand
Delicate stance.
Overseeing (day 2908)
What laid me here atop this mountain so
: A collection of thoughts
Reared of only my dreams.
What beauty drove me to season’s edge
: Climbed ever higher
To divine what I knew cried.
What left me open
: Observing, witnessing, counting
Driving my layers of skepticism.
Why did I not hold my here heart
Though I knew it was you
Who held such precious space
For there it was
Forgotten with the dust settled in the corner
Yet overseeing neither bond nor collection.
No Love (day 2860)
There had been no love
In each open space
Found on the cobblestones.
No, each open space
Found on the cobblestones
Was toxic
Spit and debris
Dust and grime
That transcribed its years
Onto the closeness to my nose
That I could always see
Though my eyes were held afar.
I Knew You (day 2697)
If only we would have found us before I left
This long journey that kept me rolling over
To see a deep brown eyed wish for an evening.
I recall each new passing moon rise
Where soft voices sing me aside
Left open to a wish I had you here
In a ever waltz around an empty room I grew
So fondly amidst unwritten spaces
For some of our un-lived memories
Carry each their new meaning home.
For I knew no other, I knew you.
Special Box (day 2476)
Hanging on to a special gift
Love bundled into a box
Cradled between idle fingers
Tracing out a pentagon
Dangling from your neck so light
A figure un-named, divine
Keeping space for every spell
Rumbling from within
Secretely (day 2349)
Secretly I whisper to the eyes that hold but little space for me
An awareness that belongs not to my soul of desire
But to a lost alarm clock beckoning for another hour
A window catches a blinking light somewhere in the horizon
While a cat sadly roams about the hall with a limp it cannot heal
Desolation is a lingering affair amidst night before’s busy streets
Where once fireworks begged for mercy in the air like dragons nightly play
So I shall talk at odd volumes to hear my voice again
Though no memory shall recall the words that secretly danced
Amidst uneven sidewalks of a forgotten despair.