Sped up metronome

Your heart beating against your skin
It strains as mine
Striving to match beat for beat
Racing, racing to maintain
Falling behind
Settling for a subtle counterpoint

Placid face, Tumultuous Heart

soundings in a desolate dawn
breakwater crashing ashore
wiping clean the face of the ever changing sands

storms on the horizon
shaking the pillars of the heavens
tossing the sea
while beneath

the calm

If we wake, let us wake together

I am thirst spent in moments spellbound
Hunger grows without regard
Desirous of your touch
But more your words

Come softly away
Embrace in person
Forever
Know words spilled out
For silver truth

Match action
Clasp hands
Know me for truth

You are mine forever
As I am yours
Let us join
and become heirs
to our own Joy

Let what was once buried
Break newly sprung
Come my dear goddess
Let us rejoice

Clasp hands and become whole

Love flows past, In lights reflection

All the good fades away
As not silence grows
Words left unspoken
Weight by waiting
Changing the curvature of the world
A tongue
(the longer held)
Weeps for want of striking waves
Loss compounds loss as she slips away
Last chances kissed away
Soft filaments stitched gossamer
Hopes delight fades gray
Heart silent
In waking

Scour

Soft notes abrasion, deft hand
Made sleep made deep
Slow quiet
Listless in the sleeves
Watched by clockface
Separated
Drunken wide by scholarship
Drift away
Memory drinks from eyes bound

Only truth, always truth

I provide certainty
Because I am certain

I provide commands
Because through order
You are safe

I provide discipline
Because through punishment
Are sins expiated

These are the things that people see
But, while important, these things are merely surface
They are the barest glimpse of what we are

You are mine
I am yours
Always by your side
A whisper in your ear
A kiss on your lips
A conversation
A song
Every word a truth

I wake to thoughts of you
I sleep to thoughts of you
Every step is a step forward
To you

What silence says

When you leave me
All will be as it was
Better that I had not lived past my time
Than to exist in this barren empty flower bed
Bereft of all but tainted lying hope

Trembling hand reaches forth

What hope in silence
In deep quiet of the early hours
Hopes and truths
Whirl point to counterpoint
All come round
To too silent reverie
And salt trails betraying
A heart too full to break

Make peace in silence
When choice and time
Makes decision and endeavor
In collusion bound
Hand and hand
Round voices raised
In absolution

Worth more than pain
But ground down
By disappointments
In stillness
Still awaiting word

Sentinel, whose tears dry
And make flesh tight
Drying passage marking place
Accept and know
An oath, once given, cannot be rescinded

So, in acceptance, stand
Waiting
Quiet
Silent
In the deep heart of mourning