There’s a humming at the root of my ears
that never seems to want to fade.
Was it your footfalls on the floor above?
The tension of your skin in the morning’s new light?
I’ll never forget the timbre of your uncontrollable laughter,
but that tone could never be as silky and free as it is in memory.
We walk through
and forests afire
and empty sands
alike, each as indifferent
to our presence
as the next with only
our feet and senses
to tell us otherwise.
We meet thoughts
and patches of blue
and the loneliness
We trace time
as time traces us,
in the end drawing
no closer to the hour
than when we set off.
Would that we could
pick those flowers
to keep us company,
but the blossoms
have their own march
to make, each breeze
a breath of life we
could never know
the taste or texture of
as they know them,
never painting the hues
as they paint them,
left only to wonder
if their canvas is
as changed by us
as ours is by them.
What can the last flower
say before passing into
winter’s crisp blanket?
Eventually every echo
comes to an impasse;
life among the stars
is no place for revelry
in what we left behind.
If I could paint the sea
I’d colour it bright white
so the brushing clouds
passing by overhead
could trace their stories
with fewer distractions.
Someday we’ll discover
the clouds are paintings
and yesterday was a brush
used too generously.
Sunrise is an eternity when flipping through the pages of memory;
Remember walking hand in hand in the snow amazed at how
the footprints we left behind felt like the coming spring?
Remember the lake and how the pup was asleep on his feet?
Remember the shattered glass and the rain that fell through?
Remember the first time we saw them smile, those sculptures of us?
I remember tomorrow and how these last nine years were
but a premonition, a whimsy foreshadowing the coming waves
ready to sweep it all away with hopeful regret of all we never needed.
Here’s to the light of day and the blankets of night we cast aside.
Here’s to the coming chance and the dreams left for another life.
Here’s to us and all that we’ve become through all we’ve yet to lose.
Let’s do something different
but less insecure
obvious and gray
don’t you know
dubious and blue
the sequence broken
trendy in red
Would you believe me
if I said I could?
What is the sun if not the void’s fear?
What is today if not yesterday’s tomorrow?
I found you outstretched on clouds abloom.
I found you entrenched in the tree’s crown.
We shared an eternal smile in a raindrop.
We recalculated our definitions of beauty.
The curtains drew back on a crisp sunrise.
The storms passed us by without a glance.
Someday the dam will break its seams.
Someday we’ll look back and find our shadows.
It can’t rain forever, but innocence is fleeting.
But for now today is enough. This is enough.
We are all we need without ever realizing it.