Rose

stuck between shelves

of history—of romance–

she stares beyond me;

I can tell by her glances

of reality, short, but there.

a thousand words an instance

each falling from her lips/her hair

as if to say

“I’m here, can’t you see me?”

And I do,

with eyes wide

to try,

desperately,

to hold onto her brilliance;

the brilliance of a never-darkening eclipse,

halo’d by those rays of thoughts

that,

somehow,

leave her beauty

to be put,

unheard,

in my ink.

“A rose may wither,

a moon may slither,

a sun may fall,

and the stars may dither,

but constant are these words

that will never live up to Beauty.”

tumbling race

take with you

every memory

of whispers, of

wishes, of

movies let run

while we focused on..

other things.

take from me

every memory

of the days we shared

out of the snow,

in each others’ arms

without knowing

today would arrive.

take with you

every hand we gripped

to bring us closer

from eternity.

take with you

all i see

for it all reminds

me of you..

our time together,

morning to morning,

is too much to bear

on these

simple shoulders

of a

simple man

not worth remembering.

when the time comes

i want you to know

i never walked out

i never said goodbye

i never cried

since you passed on..

too many smiles

haunt me daily

to know that

sadness

could be

with your memory.

trembling,

i can’t see tomorrow

without you before me,

without heaven with us,

without the sun to shine behind us

on our way

back

home.

they said once it passes

it passes..

leaving me here,

you there,

and loneliness abound.

i watered your

roses

tonight,

hoping you’d stem from them..

remember

when the night lasted till day woke us?

remember

when the day stood

till the moon guided us?

remember

every second past

the dawn we grew old

and finally

let the world in

on our infinity?

riding

on the rays

of yesterdays

see through the clouds

through the rain in the distance–

passed us by–

laying beside Forever

i see your eyes

seducing Infinity,

reaching out your smile

to let me hold

on to the only thing

keeping me breathing,

that kept us immortal

before mortality caught up.



wrote this some short time after september 11th, 2001. not really for that occasion.. more of a tribute to the one left or leaving.

to be told i am worthless

to be told i am worthless/

useless/

unloved

is liberating.

without those

cuffs of roles unfulfilled

i can

be uncaring–

that

cold’d wave of wind clinched-less

in palm

and

belly of fingers.

your servant, i

how pale turns moon

when your eyelids close

and your servant, i, can see you dreaming–

within subtled twitch

your lips turn rose

and left am i,

the startled spy upon your ceiling

how round those eyes

how

round those eyes

the

roundest eyes

that arm

jerk-twisted and showing

those ribs

those ribs cleaned

and caving

those eyes;

how round

those eyes

swollen and stationed