Once upon a time... In the meantime, from and to.

wrapped in a silence, golden like sunset

perpetual radiance stretched out but cold

except for the see-through haze from a clear view

crossing the distance, fingers of soft light

so thin and so quiet

ancient but brand new…

it doesn’t fly so much as trickle

here and now and again,

she glances at the journal now

a bit more paper and pen

she says her things in phrases full and not so much in poems

and keeps them by her bedside in the place she calls a home

oh wend away, these days of less

and make the more the sooner be

to wait a lifetime not to want for

to try and try, my head held high

and strife that rules the times and  tide

to find the ways to make it through

and dream of days of easier, all.

is paramount, and without it I feel desolate

and I try to find the inroads to the solace

and it comes and goes

but certain tunes or words and moments 

always bring me back to when

and why it is I’m so specific

can’t apologize for what sits neatly in my gut and spills out

some things mean the more to me and some things mean the most

close the tied off cord into the darkest space

wind it up with all your might and leave it there

softly padded feet walk backwards past the line

and wooden floors don’t creak

nor does the door, behind

sometimes silence—for in the words is never heard the what and why and why again

and all it does is open wounds

i wish that it was understood

as what and why and how it is

but just the keys and letters here

could never make the difference clear

and what should be with open words

a face and smile and friendship dear

Fold it anyway you choose,

but creases tell a myriad of ways

and best to see the angle from the place

and space and ways that feel

to breathe to grow, to tell

the love and depth and kind—

the rare and sweet and bind

and wash away the solipsism perched at careful heady distance

(love you anyway)

but safer far away

Simple as fingers and ears and lips to speak

soft as warm breath, and time left, and time to

give and take

there’s no mistake

it’s all in what’s in and wants in your soul

gentle soft and rolling slowly

don’t destroy me bit by bit

surface gaze and grazed before me

sliced me open, tore me out,

in halves and pieces left for nothing

never again, to touch my love—

so sweet and velvet, on my carpet

cave and crave to light and show me

longing only as we bend

pictures of a special kind of love

for distant skies too far away from view

and misinterpretations eventide surrounding always

you settle in for never

as your fingers slip the rocks and go