Sunday, May 11, 2014

rhymeless (throwback).

rhymeless
February 8, 2011 at 8:54pm

the breaths i exhale tonight

so sullen and soft

flutter back to me.

the wilderness inside me

repeating a vision

of my arrows

piercing our constellations

through channels and patterns

of light we all must have seen

in the distance.



but to have seen it with you. . .



the fires in the alleys,

in the eyes under skies we knew,

behind and between noise

we've made in our homes, apart.

heaving out every last shuddering breath

into the drains with the dying hope

that we could civilize our stars

into any pattern

that may not seem rhymeless, but

may still separate us from sense.

never any reason to separate us still.

exhaling

the breaths

that

flutter

back to me tonight

so sullen and dreaming

of a distant speck of light.

but to have seen that star was you.