I am in awe of the translation of your eyes
from forgotten languages of dreams...
In you, I have found dandelions
a multitude of times...
Do you stay up at night
thinking of our crusades...
the drizzling of promises to
herself have failed her...
I wish you'd held on for me,
and waited out my tide...
Poetry, more than mere words on the page's scroll...
Resounds within, where human depths are found...
I delay the onset of the hurt
you unintentionally caused...
The horizon ahead is painted with gold.
Waves of fuchsia and lilac meet...
Randomly, I'll remember
bits and pieces of it...
Summer has ended,
and I've never heard your voice...
what happens when you hit rock bottom
not once, but twice...
a chain of incomplete
inconsistencies...