solo voice
trembling within
strange pathways;
learning how
singers have to find their songs
where no one else is

flooded shore
along a lonely
stretch of life;
praying for
another heart to share all —
even bitter cold

i heard them
fields full of flowers
crying out
wondering
why their lover kept running
leaving only dark

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Artist credit : Valery Rybakou

winter called,
we didn’t answer.
winter wept —
so did we.
then when winter came down hard,
we fell more softly

split along
avenues of towns
flowering,
glowering,
cast into may turmoil, as
roses tear from stems

gasoline —
it does have a cost:
this i know.
nonetheless,
i rarely pay attention,
and hence, pay too much

this is life:
what we do not know
can hurt us —
will hurt us.
but we only have so much
attention to spare

empty boats
venturing no more
keeping still
those secrets
that once propelled them outward
to forgotten seas

voyagers
always leave behind
fossilized
silhouettes
hard but really just shadows
sketches of great dreams

love tires but
hatred never sleeps
flowing down
like water
stained with the malice that is
our one last true love