I
Her weary soul in silence
Cries like kitty in the dark
No one to hear. Wondering
Is there no one to care.

Where is her angel? Where
Is her sanctuary. Only
Death comes calling
To court her life. Death
And hardships’ toil.

Words unsaid she grasps
Air reaching for the star
She longs to guide her,
Comfort in simple desire.

Hand falling, volumes
Emoted between the lines
Unwritten. She thinks
Her happy heart is breaking.

She gives even unto
The weeping for herself
Only solace found in
Sleep of night. And the need
To mourn that she has
Nothing, no one.

II
Wants to back off
To quit. Wouldn’t let her
Before. Will he now.
Should she try.

And all the others always leaving.

III
She plans her holiday with friends
At the pub. Wanting no more than
To retreat afraid if she does. She
Plans her outing for the day after
To shop for novelty for herself.

IV
Martin, love, life has me down.
And your dad dying, Pris’s Gram, dying,
Steven the bastard offing himself,
Lee’s baby finally coming and that case
They stuck him on and I can barely breathe.
Oh honey, this fucking year is shit. And all
I really have is me.

Don’t commend me for my strength
I long to fall into ice blue dreams I speak
Volumes to between lines unwritten.
I am weak and in the needing of flesh.

Je vous adore’

I snapped
Unintentionally and without
Your notice yet I knew and
Apologized.

You simply
Came back with breakfast
Described and first steps
Of the day.

I almost
Wept with heart surely
Swelling I replied je vous
Adore'.

In the bath last night,
Thinking fondly of you,
Swirling soaps amidst
Oils and deep breathing,
Cleansing of the mind,
There came an epiphany
Of what I want my life to be.
And I was moved finding
Piece of mind.
That’s what Pris prayed for:
My piece of mind.
So here is where I temper
Patience and understanding
Abound because I may be
Beyond the want of
A mere chance and yet
Perhaps that chance is the now
And we only need see how we go.

Allabout the water rises.
And what if she does only see the good?
Would it be better to only see the bad,
Worship doubt and worry,
That stuff of youth that brought her low?
The world is too bright, too many are dead,
Too much is at stake not to look allabout.

Reaching out grasping air and the sun, life,
Fingers aflame falling forward,
She
She
She is restless like the tongue of babes trying
To articulate, mouth struggling in gentle persuasion
Of words on tiny ears and eyes expressive with joy.
She is new to the world daily in her hopes and dreams
And wallows even in the waiting
For what may come.

Freefalling
No net no chute
Just wide-eyed wonder
Of a sky screaming
Ice blue streaked in peach
As I tilt into the dive.

I
To dream in depths
Of sky blue
And feelings
Lost and found.

Hush and quietly
Let me take
Your cheek
To a breast warm.

And breathing
Deep in serenities
Sleep with eyes
Closed and know
To call me home, I
Am sanctuary
Sweet.

I am soil rich
And moist, the
Decay that feeds
Life deep.

II
She has been
Slain, conquered
In fey rays of gentle days.
She is scared and wide-eyed willing
To break, to break sweet, to exist in mist
Rising, fog on the streets, blinding.