River Bound, Home Wound
Silence
In the dead of night
Tread on what is right
And give in to the absence of fright.
I fear you, beloved.
Everything you are terrifies me
Because you are lovely
Because you are wonderful
Because you are perfect
In only my eyes.
Silence before a storm
Quiet within the dormatories
That run up rows and columns.
I would run from you, beloved.
If it weren’t for you being
My home, finally.
But then again,
I find myself homesick
Being away for so long
I will always come back
To you.
Like that cyclic girl i’ve always
Been.
Routine is my niche.
The stream is my river.
12:47 am • 30 May 2012
Love
I think you’d agree if I said that you are navy blue, but really you are ultramarine.
6:57 pm • 29 May 2012
Black as Right
Ocean is repetitive
Your eyes are not.
Waves crash and
Refold, unfold, refold,
Your heart follows.
Open, beat, buh-bump,
Back, closed,
O2 back in, back out,
Nitrogen filling up the extra space.
Cyclic natures of the sort,
Follow you around.
Even with expecting mothers
Laying in their sides, left for health,
Awaiting their pride and joy.
Break the water, release the birth,
And hold your life within at hand.
Incredible.
The light within, without.
Bring you to your knees and collapse
To rocky ground unseen.
Truly, truly,
The brightest night.
10:16 pm • 28 May 2012
