I'm lost; writing-
a puzzle left unsolved...
I am
all that I speak of...
You were something dark, rich and halting
lingering on the tip of my tongue...
A vision of glowing coal in a dying fire,
embers scintillating...
I will perhaps...dream of Plains
where eagle's wing cleaves high thermals...
Silver rime
on moments, once sublime...
Tonight
as the world rests...
You stripped me of my identity,
leaving my heart uprooted...
Above my bed in time with the sway
of curtains caressed by night's breath...
Tonight I'll murder you the literate way
riding a sword of words...
Sometimes I wish my heart
would grow white columns and...
I remember this one time,
when I was thinking so deep...