Where are the voices who promised response in the night?
Wavelengths
The Wrong Words
It was her hand reaching out to me Cold fingers grasping at a final trace of hope Like breath lingering upon a still morning That broke apart the wall, brick by brick
Imagine
I don’t think my eyes are working quite rightThere’s something at the edge of my visionCreeping slowly into sight but vanishing when I turn to lookShadows seem suddenly less emptyEven now, I see it thereBeyond the doorway in the dark hallWatching me?My ears aren’t working right, eitherNoises that are not there, voices that do not... Continue Reading →
More Ruins
Across a dim lit roomEye contact repeatedUnspoken words screamedWind in an abyssThe dark place we meet onceBeneath a wild-light moonAnd whispers of the space we shareBeyond something realBuried in ruins not yet builtA world we might have knownHad starlight fallen more kindly upon us
