Picture Perfect . 4

[abiona]

[abiona]

beginnings become endings
become
beginnings again
and we've danced so many times it seems
goodbyes are now irrelevant.

yet here i sit
new destination hanging on the horizon
piecing together words
to usher in the newest crossroads
while we travel
down paths that twist
and double back on themselves

(side roads always lead back to you)

and though,
actions and distance
may distort virtue in the hearts' voice,
understand,
i have always loved you.

found my refuge in your arms
my truth,
in your eyes
but sometimes
love is not enough to tie down wings
that long to fly

no, this is not goodbye
for i am taking you with me
tucked into pages
of unfinished stories
that i wait patiently to re-write

[artisan.]

dirty blue hugs the horizon, standing against angry clouds
like an iris might constrict one's pupil, refusing to dialate (despite approaching darkness.)

nothing is interesting...these scents riding on the breeze, heavy with storm
and your clothes, hems latching on the wind, trying to catch my thoughts
like a broken dream-catcher, trying to make up for your absence
last night.

[spokenoh]

there is something missing.

[MoMaui]

missing their own halves they made a whole
sharing protection in the face of the storm
love bridged boundries, eroded hatered of loss
neither knew the true pain of the other
the silence could be heard over the roar of the waves

too many times they had met like this
on days when the storm was more than physical
too many times sitting and reaching out
into the darkness of night that always drove them apart
too many times, too many

emotions broken like waves on the beach
sitting, waiting, to say something or to respond
inwardly trapped, a call for rescue responsive....
an attempt made to feed companionships hunger
she tuns and says..."Hi I'm Julie"

[felodese]

catch me while im sitting here
praying for a start
For my end was a simple nothing
and the water wasn't dark

I needed you to engulf me
to take this throbbing that i feel
knowingly i stepped off that edge
i just thought we had a deal

You placed a kiss on sunken lips
ones slowly turning blue
and I wished for you to fill my heart
and to take me somewhere true

Yet here i am on this bench
Staring back at you
Soaked with grief and astonishment
that my end isn't through