If

If you could not hear
the desperate and sincere
I love you
in my reserved silence today
then we are more doomed -
more without hope
And we will always be this way

If you can not understand
why I'm grasping for your hand
at this late hour
to help me make a change
Then our love won't last
because zero to impossible
is our maximum possibility range

Reply

Because I love you so deeply
it affects my sleep
until we fix it
And my clouded mind
plays cruel tricks;
It won't allow
my heart to rest
so I stay up all night...

"You need to work on that"
was your reply.

Blended

Within this place of reverie and time,
I sit upon this rock and think of you.
Mulling memories like sweet, ripened wine
first savored by my tongue and then approved.
The trees send breezes from my hearts desire
to swirl around my body like your breath
upon my skin. They leave me inspired,
and thoughts of us restore my waning faith.

But echoes of our voices from today,
remind me that we have so far to go.
Now reverie and time-- they fade away
to where your silence lies far down below.

I've blended together your perfect line
by adding love for you to make it mine

Last Night

The greenish glow upon my face has gone
Another night has robbed us from our time
Unkind mercy threw her sticks and her stones
One of us now blind staggers far behind;
I clear the table from where I had dropped
A dish or two in hopes we would talk soon
The china stacks up high just like my thoughts
As I clean the mess from this cluttered room
I hesitate to put these plates away
For fear that we won't use them anymore
The greenish glow will not stay lit today
One of us spent, falls asleep on the floor

I realize something about last night,
You only wanted to stay up to write.

Fucking Feeling

That fucking feeling came again today
An eerie tone that  throws us so off synch
I tried to think of things that you would say
As hours passed, my hope began to sink

What is so strong that pulls you far from me?
It guards you from admitting you are wrong
My tolerance of this has grown so weak
I've kept these feelings quiet for too long

Make up your mind to stay and try again
To love the one you love with all your heart
Consistent, constant communication
Prevents the mood from keeping us apart

Tonight these clouded skies bring me no rain
To wash away that fucking feeling's stain

Darkened Bench

Sitting on this darkened bench
barely a streetlight near to reflect the sky
I watch for the ominous moon
hidden by goulish clouds
blurred by muffled cries
And the night's luminous stars
who echo empty sighs
are easily hidden from view
while I grow colder, so much colder
in the discomfort of midnight's womb...
without you

Strands

The lock of hair that stays within your hands
Preserved the beauty that our love once was
But since I gave into your soul demand,
That same lock of hair is thinning because
The water is harsh here and strips the wear
From the hair that shined for over a year
It lost silky softness from lack of care
And falls to the floor with each of my tears
Then once I find time to comb through each piece
Taming unruly, impervious strays
I lower my brush in shameful defeat
Remaining unkempt in so many ways

Like a revitalizing deep shampoo
My strands are in desperate need of you