I'm
Slowly walking to the gates of white,
May it be soon, may it be tonight.
May it end my problems,
May it end my fight.

There are sounds
Which shatter
The blankest of thoughts
Transforming the shadows
Into the flowers that blossom

Morning fields
With fog so thick
Raindrops shatter
The complacent dirt
A cool breeze passes
Through the blades of grass
As your fingers
Brushed through my hair

On dark mornings
I lie awake
I rise
I sit by my window
And I wait

With great patience
Waiting
For there would be no other sound
Than your voice
To shatter the silence
Of my heart

The draft of the window
My mind on you
My eyes shatter into puddles
From trying to remember
To keep moving
To keep it inside of me and let it burn me
To carry it in my palms for as long as I can

In the absence of your warmth
I am left to fend
I will wait
I will wait.

fingertips caress
the empty space beside me
searching your warm skin

How is it that
I feel this connection
With such
Intensity and rarity
Penetrating
My bones
Consuming
My soul
As if
Our souls are tangled
Together repeatedly
without knowing
One lifetime
After another
A magnetic force
That pulls me to you
I want to give in
And
Snap into place

a poem a day keeps the doc away
for it makes me happy
it makes me sad
it makes me think
it makes me mad
it makes me...

it
makes
me