Be or gone
Burns, this restless breath inside of me
Impatient to know, though not wanting to
Will if the truth is
Ever the closeness of your smile
Your mouth closer until
Touching leads us to that oneness so often not come to
And the flowers will bloom, screaming out your name
And your blue flame will be in my hands
Then our eyes will have their peace
Can the flame be known before it is touched
Will the ifs just destroy before we can find
Is it too much to wish, or is illusion my blind
Are you willing or smothered in fear
Can you hear my heart calling to bring you near
Feels like too long this now
Can it keep going otherwise
Wait for another day
Be freer then
Or gone
And we walk away
The death of love
How could it be seen that the end would come
so quickly what was between them diminish
unity and wonderment gone completely
into a vast space un-occupiable by the headiness of the past
only words of commonality there now
functioning niceties, the comings and goings of everyday things
no more the passionate vibrancy between their mouths and eyes
the contagion of their flesh that at one look melded intimacy to the heart and bone
there now an icy distance commands
summoning up the barrenness of wintry sighs, the desolation of woe
and the slowness of these days revels in that melancholy
bringing further down the closing
and when it comes
how will they know of it
will it be this or something more disastrous
if such a thing there be
for the loss of that oneness
there can be nothing so extreme
but the death of love it is
A long drive
Feels like a long drive on a slow morning
A sense of stillness adrift on the dusty summery air
The rising sun lighting from shadow distant desert hills coming into view
Their shapes in all sorts distort the common few
Extend a dissonance of any similarity between the end and start
In my ears a quiet guitar strumming to the sound of my woken heart
Blood is running but taking time to warm
Making the idling engine of this car seem just a part of me on this journey to wherever this road leads
And though forever can be deceptively short whenever I retreat
Time now is a friend in my pocket where I keep memories in case they’re needed
So god speed my black emperor
This could be a long haul
Tracks all the way into where it goes real deep
And I'm salvaging any day now one of those for her I'm yet to meet
Going to be that fine time when a smile lights my mouth
And if I find that truth before sunset this will be no wasteland
Just the wanted place to be
I'll let my eyes rest there
In a peace
A serenity