Shelter

The silence falls
still
I have so much to say.

So I find
comfortable phrases
which have no voice
resting
on the edge of softened lips,
clinging to the subtle
shelter
you and your heart provide.

If I

If I was better
I would be
the beauty
on the edge of serenity,
the one who sought
perfection,
instead of this vile,
shallow monster
who seeks comfort with
faintly framed victories.

Glossing over

Beauty
to cover
the fragile skin
once supple
now contorted against
free will.

You Passing By

If

you hear me
surrender
to the confines of the moon

speak slowly.

She said

"the sky is still
blue
on the other side
of twinkling, dissolving stars."

and today
it hauled me through.

Possessed

I am the world
vacated,
left forgotten
or put away
or whatever words
linger
and are used
to describe
how the possession
once prized

and treasured

and held softly
amoungst tender hands

was dropped.