Questions, reflections
Whispers of the core
A thirst to enlighten
Often bears a toll

Can you feel it
Brushing through your hair
As the world stares
Are you even aware?

Lips, gently parting
hesitant, uncertain
tongue trapped behind
disapproving clenched teeth…

Fret not, my love
For having left me
Buried in promises
And words left unsaid…

Like sullied paper
In a crumbling room
Or crabgrass invading
My current view…

The last time I cried
I cried for you.
Tomorrow these glaciers
Destined for tears…

Laced with compassion
our scream and our croon…

That dormant creature
residing within my soul
lying in wait
for love’s deception…