Time

What is my time lately but a lost displaced mosaic. I feel dropped into a million pieces and put back together, the jagged edges screaming at each other. Sorry, not a very optimistic couple of lines, but I’m searching for inspiration; what draining concept it can be. It’s like having a worn out map as a guide, with discolored patches and folds.

I don’t really have a word for the last month. It’s something that could only come out of an impressionist panting or a patch of clouds. Sharp jagged valleys and cliffs covered by putty and fluff, like water over the surface of a stream. So much learned, a wealth of knowledge in such a short amount. It’s fair to say I am a sensitive guy, I can live with that, I like it, it’s the awareness that makes it so, just understanding where things are coming from, it helps assimilate, it helps build. I am preconstruction at this particular moment. And I have been left there, and I am moving on with whats left, I will build something else instead.

Shine

I eye it curiously, peering into stars.
Nothing but a rock, orbiting madly in my head
around a hopeful trusting heart
which loops in cycles on my bed.

Moments will pass in easy breaths,
stretching past a dream of truth.
All those grounded tiny steps
will grow, so will you.

Bound in skin, soft as air
caught in stillness by my stare.
I will look and see my hair,
see my love and feel her care.