I know not what you mean,
All things aren’t what they seem.
A word is just a word –
Waiting just to be heard.
Perhaps we met in a past life,
Perhaps you ease some part of strife.
Why should I give feeling a name?
I know not if it remains the same.
I know you hear a part of me
And that you, at times, set pain free.
Why should you mean or seem true?
Maybe you are how I see you.
What is now is real – for awhile.
Let’s not think, shall we? Let’s just smile.
6am
this last loss eats away at my insides
there is nothing to hold this fall
heart caves in like rolling tides
a whirlpool consumes it all
but it doesn’t end
every insidious particle of life
lover mother god friend
bring new oceans of strife
the dark is all that i can see now
love was an illusion of time
i hope beyond hope in this flow
but hope it seems was never mine
the paths of water rage and roar
and i try to stay afloat
somewhere i see eagles soar
while my ears hear waves gloat
the whirlpool again begins to swell
and i am caught again in its eddy
and death has forsaken this hell
though i scream i am ready i am ready
I miss you still,
I guess, I always will.
As the nights turn colder,
I see stars growing older.
In starlight, you shine alone,
I see tears, I hear a moan,
I see eyes, moist and brown,
Zoe, I put you down.
I stopped your pain.
Yes, I would do it again.
You know I loved you so,
So I had to let you go.
Death is easy for those who die,
The living struggle to get by.
So be free of God, life and me
I am afforded no such liberty.
Yes, I miss you still,
I know I always will.
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