Thursday, June 17, 2010

Racing the Darkness.

Racing the Darkness.

The trees sparkle with fireflies,
Late night, and we're all alone.
They're racing the darkness,
And I'm racing home.

My foot on the pedal,
My mind in the clouds,
And my heart dissolving
Under earthen shrouds.

Roadside, my eyes catch a glimpse
Of a friend, a foe, a follower:
My motor's speeding shadow,
And it blazes as I cower.

The sight of it making me ache,
As I yearn to break free
From this heavy, dark, unseemly fate
Of a life bound by me.

Written 6.13.10 @ approximately 12:00 AM

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

'Til our fingers touch again...

'Til our fingers touch again...

I didn't want to say goodbye. And the longer we stood there, the more distant and dreamlike the memories of our beautiful time became. I wanted us to hold each other forever. I gave you my newest poem, inspired by your tenderness, and told you to save it for later. We kissed and hugged a while. And eventually, after a few failed attempts to part ways, we let go and our fingers lost touch... I hated the feeling of weightlessness in my hand once your fingers were no longer resting in it. It was sudden and cruel.

Written 6.8.10 @ approximately 9:00 AM