On the phone with someone you love

A distant horizon. A projection
of hope and desire. A soft breeze that
turns the sky to dust. A single thought,
endlessly repeated. One name.
One image of someone not you.

You hold her hand. Try to see
beyond her eyes. Beyond the line
dividing heaven from earth.
The yin and yang of simple dreams,
and long lived illusions.

This used to be a blessing.
Like the time of life offered
to us on the day of birth.
But it seems jaded now and troubled
by debt.

If only the remaining days
could be freed from words. You
might see life beyond its ending.

The reign of truth restored.

Love at the union of souls.

We didn't think dark would last

We didn't think dark would last
and color purple trees. We
thought the day would break
and quench the emptyness.

The nothingness that
makes us steal time to make up
stories to stand the truth

When we counted life in hours
the world would fit in our hands
and awe us.
We left the worrying to the dead.