A Moment in Time
High where the mountain obstructs the sun
and far where the horizon meshes with the
sea, I pin my hopes on straggling clouds
and smile with joy from ear to ear. This is
when I follow the birds and their song. They
deliver my message from town to town. I
consider them friends of mine who prevent
me from falling into despair. I fixate my sight
on an empty field where the wind touches
every leaf, where the lone tree stands tall.
I dream of a moment in time when the
sweet pain of desire was not for love, but
for play, childish games that never go away.
I dream of a time when I was not a man.
Things were different then. I was happy to
run around in a field without taking score.
I needed no praise for what I could do.
These are wonderful memories long gone.
This Is
This is for those who weep
alone. This is for those who
are all out of tears. This is
for those who need a hand.
Breathe deep. This is for
those who shed one tear
and for those who do not
weep with a broken heart.
This is for the ones who
drown in a sea of despair.
Be drunk or not drunk. Let
loss retreat and come back
for air. This is for those who
shudder like faded leaves,
who tremble, naked and
vulnerable. I need this, too.
This is for my peace of mind.
This is for the alien guided
by stars at the far edge of
space, beyond the reach of
prying eyes, who weeps
with cold tears. This is for
the fleeting hope of dreamers.
I am alone with you. This is
for you, now and for always.
Eternal Sleep
Always dreaming
with an open mind
of eternal sleep
like a spirit.
Searching for joy
with open arms
until time ends and
a new day comes.
I own my days
without regret
and let death rest
in eternal sleep.
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