When She Shouts

Tell me why it wraps around you

and drapes down by your feet,

dripping… Dripping

all across the floor.

Every time you throw it on

the same empty, hollow rage,

the same anger,

I can only try my best to bare it.

But that outfit looks good on you.

If I Could Find You

If I could find you

If I could fail you

If  I could follow you deep into the darkest caverns of the world

And light the way with only the glow of your heart beating in my hand

If I could see what you had seen when you found me

Crawling through the dust

And eating the weeds that I plucked from beneath me

The weeds cultivated in agony and borne on my frail and wizened breath

And if I could gaze deeply into the heart of the world

And follow you,

And if I could look into my own soul and feel the tempo of yours as I searched for you

And if I could fail you

And still light the way with only the glow of your beating heart

As I carried it through the deepest catacombs

Then could you find me again?

The Last Morning

So this is it,

The end of the beach.

Well you know

The sand’s a lot softer than I thought it’d be.

 

When I turn around

I know that you’ll be gone;

But can we sit awhile,

And stare into the ocean waves

Just long enough to see the sun set

And disappear behind the trees