Today
All my passion burns in deep liquid fire
As death calls to me sweetly and in the cycle of life
I awake to the earth. I am comfort and home.

Yesterday
I stepped off into sky blue dreams, floating weightless
I wonder if I hadn’t been looking for a reason to leave.

The sixteenth, the seventeenth? I can’t recall.
Only the nineteenth when they opened the casket
And it was not you. It was not you.

I should have clung to him, instead I drew apart.
Skye Marie in my heart I knew I did not want
And so desperately to keep.

I like the other well enough, but love?
Sometimes you find true love but it doesn’t love you back.