#amwriting
The #shoreline grows more distant as I watch.
Racing for the safety of the horizon.
And where am I now?
Memory or prophecy?
The retreating waves sound like whispers.
The weight in my chest, heavy as a knife.
#amwriting
The #shoreline grows more distant as I watch.
Racing for the safety of the horizon.
And where am I now?
Memory or prophecy?
The retreating waves sound like whispers.
The weight in my chest, heavy as a knife.
Living in the airless landscape
of your loss;
Windmills tilted to tatters
Bridges all burned to ash
Shores buried under rusting sieves.
A #kindred soul arrived too late to join your last, endless leap of faith,
I become the steward of your
broken memory.
Living in the airless landscape
of your loss;
Windmills tilted to tatters
Bridges all burned to ash
Shores buried under rusting sieves.
A #kindred soul arrived too late to join your last, endless leap of faith,
I become the steward of your
broken memory.
you almost became real.
you almost became real.
both holy & profane,
that transforms your desire into my one, true faith.
I am baptized by the dark miracle of your unknown tears.
Cleansed of my virtue,
loved & unrepentant, a heretic’s kiss to seal our vow.
both holy & profane,
that transforms your desire into my one, true faith.
I am baptized by the dark miracle of your unknown tears.
Cleansed of my virtue,
loved & unrepentant, a heretic’s kiss to seal our vow.
so tight they’ve fused with bone.
Straining for a glimpse of your face
Each first step carrying you further away
The love as unbearable as the leaving.
so tight they’ve fused with bone.
Straining for a glimpse of your face
Each first step carrying you further away
The love as unbearable as the leaving.