A Million Tiny Pieces
Taken while you wept on clustered fears of empty dreams,
broken remnants shuttered as in some storm cloud cellar
and yet the pain seeps through tiny cracks
invading every pore, seeking that which keeps fracturing

Puddles form at frozen feet, unable to move, chilled of anguish,
sub-zero burdens slither their way into the mind’s pathways,
hiding in corners, darkened at angular positions,
wedges of meeting points sheltering these evil thoughts

Falling on tender knees, hands clenched, pleading on tear drop pages
Emotions, these concrete wishes stained on thin lines
appear from chained memories, tethered to branchless trees,
striking swiftly as I watch your heart shatter…

into a million tiny pieces on the floor…and I with it

~

Framed by affections,
unlocked, waiting...
weathered of vibrant
thoughts and dead bolt
delusions

A portal of desperate
desires and relinquished
pain, for the light
through my cracks and crevices
now shines

My heart is hinged…
eternally by brass pins of endless dreams,
tightly fitting into
the perfect grooves of
your love

Twist with simple ease
my handle, dull and waiting
for the sheen of you
ever bright, glowing
to polish me, to make me
new

Open me, swing me freely,
so smoothly I move
allowing the morning breeze to sift
beyond peep hole shadows
creating a passage
so that I may walk so deeply
into you

~

On the waves of a dream,
I lay waiting on shore,
a cold beach this night
beneath a burdened moon
crying stardust


I sink slowly
into the wet sand…
pleading with the waters
for answers to shamed questions,
while counting the shades of violet
framing a weeping sky


Thoughts flow like the tides
on an endless journey,
weaving contours and
bends deep within
this sorrow that washes
over me


I watch as these waves slip away,
carrying hopes still lingering
and exposing the loss I feel
fiercely crashing
before my eyes,
in opaque foam


I can barely move,
my body is still,
my breath salted and tethered,
as I reach
for shadows of my memories,
only to find them…


whispering goodbye
*on the breeze

Fragile, this existence,
love...
parading by-

As days count and storm clouds rise...
Beneath me on the pavement
lie the shards
of what I once was, what could have been,
silenced,
as the crowd looks on

Vast collections of splintered feelings
tear at me,
rip my flesh,
purge my heart,
bringing the pain of dying gardens,
over run with weeds of intense sense and truth,
as these faces
grow wicked

Oh how these blooms stare
openly gawking, (perhaps smirking)
as I drop the shears to the ground,
where they stick
points forward,
and the soften asphalt swallows

Nurtured inward lies converge on me
My beliefs chase me,
laugh at me,
taunt me,
like a parade balloon fighting against the wind

The marching band stands still,
there is no music,
only the mocking of colorful floats
shedding memories
like pink tissue paper flowers
to the street

They trample me,
and I thank them…
For this is me,
face down

Golden eyes
you disguised pain so beautifully
you hid my love notes in your shoes
you thought you loved the girl I used to be
I thought I knew what love was made of
pressed against your car
you smelled just like the ocean
I felt kept inside your arms
I had no knowledge of commitment
I was only seventeen
wanting a body made of heaven
born decades before me
we smoked cigarettes and danced
for hours in the rain
you were as gentle as the wind
I didn't mean to cause you pain
confusion is a cloud that visits
every n o w and t h e n
when I think of nights spent on the phone
and days worshiping your skin
whether or not you think of me
is fine and either way
you were a message wrote in cursive
that I r e p e a t everyday

~

Pulling the drapes,
closing the world off,
grays of morning dust
hidden behind truths
find me this day

knowing my own sorrow tastes of bitter apple
fallen from a stately tree I once stood beneath

on sunny days
breathing in the spring
cooling shade touching
my shoulders…shrugged now,
what’s the use

staring in every direction along smoke stained walls
finding a faded square where your picture once hung

nail holes in this nightmare
lonely as a table for one
offering mis-matched silverware,
a tarnished candlestick,
in cracked glass reachings

you were here once, I still feel your fingerprints
upon the soft walls of my heart…where I pushed you away

dark shadows approach
of my known shape
in singular motions
draining me of hope,
missing what I knew

my ear against the door I listen for your smile
as only silence calls to me from an empty hallway