There is always room for improvement
Unless you run out of space bags.
Lets Take Another Swim
Swim away
Take the day
On the other side of the lake
Where we can make
More intertwined finger memories
For our ancestors to discus for centuries
But we know best
Better than the rest
That the sunkin sunlight trees
And quilt blanket breezes
Will never feel the same
Then they do between our sweet eye love claim.
So mail away
Our summer day
And stamp my heart for good measure
Because there is no greater pleasure
Then to send postage to dry clothes
And let my last summer decompose
Laying in our pine needle canopy
Where I swim to happily.
I’m going to let my last pieces of childhood
Float by like driftwood
Knowing they are moments well spent
In light laughter content,
Sitting out my last summer
On our side of this lake with you.
Frammenti(Fragments)
Dear Stranger,
I haven’t known you for a while,
You’re different than before
You used to have my heart,
But not anymore.
All its twisted, bent, broken pieces
Scattered on the floor
They melt and boil
Till they vanish.
With nothing but a sad decrepit stain
Vandalizing the ground.
If it wasn’t for my tears
That slowly swim down my face.
The stains may haunt me forever
The tears eventually run dry
Just like your love
You promised would never end.
So the end.
Stop calling to check up on me
Your voice only fuels the fire of my disgust.
Well Stranger you held my heart
The love is there but you can’t feel the beat anymore.The Piling
Bare feet
Slowly caress the beach
Sand runs through my toes,
And yours.
Seaweed tangles on a piling
Sheltered and warm
The smooth surface of the piling warn
The coarse seaweed leans to and fro
The waves try to pull it away
But the seaweed never leaves
The seaweed embraces the piling with care,
And love.
The piling is soaked
It is nothing like it used to be
The dock is gone is gone the piling is broken
But the seaweed sees no difference
There is something about this piling
It’s special,
Beautiful,
Truthful,
And over the years it’s remained sturdy
Like a rock.
The seaweed hugs around the piling
The piling is happy,
It has company.
The piling stands firm and strong
So does the seaweed
The relationship is mutual, perfect.
No matter how much the waves crash
Or how much time goes by,
The seaweed never untangles.
Sitting on the beach
A ways away from the seaweed,
Our feet buried in the sand
My fingers tangled,
In yours.Dust
Ashes to dust.
Death perches high above
He calls no victims
Silent is his love.
As ordered by unwritten hymns,
He takes not what he wants
But what he has to.
Stalks you, even haunts.
His pitch black cloak his only hue,
He sulks around
Alone and abandoned…
His tears trickle to the ground
As he escorts the damned.
He may touch
But never feel
Because when he does
It goes from,
Dust to death.
