signs and wonders all around,
portents of divinity;
summer moving forward is,
vectors and infinity
parasails in paradise,
storms within vicinity;
parabolic summer days,
vectors and infinity
riches shame,
lovers game,
there’s no secret
but the name
left alone,
by a throne,
broken free, with
none to own —
ocean plays a sorrow song,
taste of tears salinity;
you were right, so why so wrong?
vectors and
infinity
time cannot
take away her grief,
nor can it
heal in full
the ache of youth wasted on
empty promises
Artist credit : Valery Rybakou
He knows the truth,
He’s seen it, briefly,
For she held it
In her loving hands
He knows the truth,
And feels it, deeply,
For what is lost, he finally
Understands
The woman she should know the most,
But it is like she’s seen a ghost:
Reflecting on the hidden cost
Of all she’s found, but who
She’s lost
I’m fifty-four, and still wish I could fly;
Toward the rising sun; across the sky —
I wish for other super-pow’rs as well;
Like wishing I could save you
From yourself
She wishes she’d forget;
So much regret,
The touch that lingers still
My eyes have failed me long, I know.
And Christmas trees have been a blur
Should I not have my glasses on
And sometimes, when I do —
But still: I turn the lights down, and
I sit in wonder of it all.
The memories of what has gone
Just know to me or you —
So many that pass silently,
So much that goes unsaid:
I look into the lights and know
My eyes are turning red
With what I couldn’t stop
Or save, or fix;
With all I had
My stupid bag
Of tricks
