I am not forgiven

I am not forgiven

The fires’ smoke never clearing

Lingers low on the

Scorched earth

I saw it spark

Made it spark

watched it burn building 

warm then hot

I never felt the real

Burning pain within

The destruction like you did and now

I walk through the remnants, embers  screaming beneath

Each step as

I search for something 

Still standing 

That might forgive me

I hear

I hear oceans breaking in the tree tops

Rushing rhythmically 

Through my mind

Moving inside a life 

Slowly in decay

Blood meanders blood

Matters touching every smallest piece of me inside of

Me built from him 

Built for you

And 

To you 

The sound of fear beats

Throughout me now

Filling the crevasses of

My brain 

Shaking bones shattering 

Memories falling fragments 

Out of reach

I hear my children happy

Somewhere laughing 

And  try to remember

The last day

Place Setting

Under her watchful eye I was
Careful not to move too fast
placing the smallest fork silently
On white linen
Not so much a click but
A soft thud announced
It's resting place where
Waiting to be used it sparkled
Under the light of the fake candled
Chandelier.

We would eat in the
Kitchen, less elegant but
Our plates were filled
With food all the same
tasting better in here along
side comfort, under humming
fluorescent fixures

StarStreams

Spin  around  with  me

real     fast,

in  circles

Let's  lose                 equalibrium

together

like  kids

I  want      to  fall

with  you

Touch     the  ground

and  push  gravity

away.

so                        we     can  float

with  stars,

get    swallowed  up  inside

to     see

where  we  began

Up  or  Down?

I  never  want         to

wait                                                        again

Ever-present

    ancient  light

         from  forever  fountains

carries

visions  new,                        not  dreams

this      time.

I    touch  them.

Starlight  is  enough

to     see

your  face  and

never  ending  future

past

swimming  in  star  stream  light

spinning  round  with  us

just  fast      enough

Love Leftover

Love  Leftover

Over  weathered  walls  white  flowers grow,

Up from the  reminants  you left behind,

   Creeping like clover like  clover  a  clever cover,

Can't  you  see  through,  beneath  the  surface?

Where  vermine  slither  endlessly  eating,

Tiny  micro-tastes of the love that lingers,

Consuming conscience with each greedy  breath,

Destroying sweet fruit that keeps them alive,

From  weathered  walls  flower  petals  fall,

Floating  to  earth  and  peaceful  rest,

Smaller pieces of you contained within,  

Each living cell of this flower dying,

Can't  you  see  inside  the  love  leftover?

Is it from struggle or resignation,

Waning movements pulsing without purpose,

Or is enough left over for one more spring?

Quantum Conclusion

Small changes enter,

Forever bending directions,

Toward different collisions,

Brief satisfaction shattered,

Tiny pieces scattered,

In the oblivion 

floating forgotten away.

A Comfortable Room

A Comfortable Room

Such a comfortable room,

The fire fading fast,

Soft light an orange glow,

Casts curious shadows,

Watching from the wall,

Heat hisses through,

Remnants of wood,

Energy of this tree,

Nearly complete,

As I wait I wonder where,

It grew,

From seed to branches tall,

Did green leaves,

Gold sunbeams drink,

Only to lend comfort,

To my room,

In warm gray ashes lay,

What is used,

Smoke carried all moisture away,

A final ember so small,

Lights  fully my room,

In a moment all is dark,

So bright this ember’s end