these moments..they are yours.

again, moments.
the nothingness we let slip between our gazes,
the still air we try to breathe within.
we think someday, maybe we will be able to catch the things we have let go,
to come up at a candid time where appreciation far exceeds our capability of understanding.
hold on.
press firmly with your fingers into the beauty,
inhale the exhaust of your hidden bliss.
put nothing off to another moment,
not knowing if those hopeful arrangements will be accepted to follow through.
flickering lamps above our strides,
the breeze slaying our words.
fires breaching at arms reach,
the darkness of all the nights crumble between us.
how was i to say without words,
who could interpret us to the world.
you took with you my shame.
terrified i will forget your voice,
trying to mold your image in the haze of my mind.
forging your translucent eyes as you watch my lips tell you of dreams,
warming yourself with each beat.
the trees grew to have you pluck their fruits,
roots entangled atop soil wishing for your rest to be between them.
the earth exuded all that was you.

tricky.
i should have been overcome by this life many moons before.
take the place of a greater being.
i feel nothing in the sense of etching out the light within.
combustion within the nightmares of reality.
replace all that has been and all that will ever be..or that will now, never be.
gratitude for loving me,
spectacle of achievement.
evaporation.
you are once here,
you are then gone.
how was i to tell you,
how are you to ever know.
mouth sewn shut,
hands tied.
my gaze thickens to crimson,
take me with you.
take me back to where we sat,
tell me that story once more.
paint my nails in midnight,
close the door.
breathe me in once more,
save my beating heart from ceasing.
save me from myself,
for with out you,
i am no longer the person i was.
for with out you,
my body wills not.
i wish to be your wings in mid flight,
the gracious sun that falls heavily across your cheeks.
wanting to be the wind whipping through your roughly tousled locks,
knowing your the whisper in my ears..
tell me what to do with these next moments,
again these moments...they are yours.