The Brighter Side of Empty

Waking up was never so hard,
When there was someone to wake up to.
Routines were always comforting
Until they only raise memories toward
The mind's eye like empty hands gripping
Heaving sides.

Don't ask me when I knew.
I could never ask
We could never play that part.
But if you're wond'ring,
Yes I am and I always will.

I'll always smile,
At the way you fill a room.
You never tried, no you never do.
Still can't erase this silly smile
Off my face -
Loving my love for you.

But we'll keep moving, moving on.
I'll keep looking over others' shoulders
Hoping it'll be your eyes I'm meeting.
One day, when we've aged
And time takes off the edge of the sting -
You'll see that same smile.

When the sun can settle
After burning morning's haze,
To create unfamiliar shadows.
We look upon that which is left.
The remains of possibility,
And hopes of grandeur -
Which feed bowls of dead earth
To starving mouths.

We alone knew the risks
The enemy is time,
And progress takes so much more
For its services than patience
Ever asked of us.
Setting out to begin life in the wild.
Pioneering to love what we couldn't keep,
To hold a land that wasn't ours,
Banking on ingenuity and gut feeling;
First love, first loss.

Mindfulness

A dark screen, humming with the power of ancient life.
Emptiness, all bated breath. 'What', we wonder 'will this teach us?'
The smell of alcohol swabs drifts back to a childhood memory-
And, there. Blue. Azure-life springs on the screen.
Morphing, moving. Floating like some odd gas in an alien
equilibrium.
Except, I'm cold, and I remember I forgot a jacket.
Blue to red.
I'm still swimming, and tapping my left foot to some song
Trapped in the recesses of consciousness.
A tingle in the right hand. Pulses. Closed. Empty.
And a verdant light show dances to entertain the screen-watcher.
All of these colors, so many things, caught up in one.
Moving and mixing, and remaining different.
I cannot begin to understand.

Sleepless Nights

Turning over to empty spaces in a cold room. Memory, like a cruel trick; Plays scenes and sounds off these dark, empty walls. The shadows of dreams dance to a song That no one quite remembers. But of course, dreams require sleep. Shadows, only the pockets hidden from light. Fingering lengths and wondering, How much do we value life? Weathered hands shaking, trembling. Not ready to catch another fall.

Pause In Motion

Listen - Closed eyes open up a world of sound no eye can imagine. Radio in the other room, laughter I don't understand. Construction and car horns. So much motion, this morning brings. In only moments, the day is a world awake. A turbulent night No longer holds. The morning brings with it, fresh new light. Though we start anew, we bear marks we cannot hide. Lines to a story, awaiting its reprise. Tragedies and joys in the making - the making that makes us beautiful.

So much left unsaid About the daily struggle, The hard-fought, battles. Where nightmare and reality collide. Suppose we could see it coming, If foresight was stronger than Far-sightedness. The calm before disaster; A moment's free-fall before the Inescapable impact. Time to remember. The only memories, what we've forgot. Caught in the silence, Release of energy. Explosions of light, explosions of sound. So many things left unsaid. Her storehouses empty, The exhale of energy, sighs deeply. Dust frenzies, dances, then settles. Suppose we weren't caught in such silence, Could our eyes adjust to the picture, Explosions of life, lay strewn on the ground.

Impact

Images moving forward Motion never ending Bodies orbiting space Never imagining Giants, lost in their journey Forces unforeseen Steady, sturdy, whole Searing through velocity Light on the surface Explosions of lines - found in their journey Tracing their roots Through the time and the space Feeling reality in the breaking And the pain Giant explosions of lines, once lost, join in the impact