Salvage

The smell of smoke and ashes still lingers.

It blows ever-so gently into the clearing.
The clearing is empty and this emptiness is ever-present.

The smell of smoke and ashes still lingers.

This is where you’ll find me.
Where the Autumn leaves change from orange to red.
It’s that time of year.

The smell of smoke and ashes smolder on.

It’s the only evidence of what used to be.
This is still where I used to be.
Can you feel it?
See it even?

The smell of smoke and ashes smolder on.

The trees are burned all the way to the sky.
The flames touched the invisible gates of a place unknown to me.
They touched the clouds and cut straight through.
The beautiful Autumn leaves whisper my name.
I blow throughout and intertwined in the breeze.

The smell of smoke and ashes refuses to fade.

I exploded in ashes, only to rise again.
I rise among the ash in which I explode.
I don’t speak, I didn’t ask.
Can you still feel me?
See me?

The smell of smoke and ashes refuses to fade.
You know damn well where to find me.

© Copyright December 2009

This Love Is Anything But

You’re walking on the edge of the blade.
I’m staring down the barrel of this gun.

What led to this?
We’re divided.
It’s not cut down the middle anymore.
I’m not sure it ever was.
My love for you is torn asunder by my love for the one you hate.
This war is never-ending.
I’m not sure what caused it.
All I know is that I’m caught in between.
This could end any minute now.
I’m trying not to count down the last seconds we have left.
Do we still have time, or did we miscalculate this whole pact among strangers?
I think it might be too late to tell.
My whole world is like a sky over a city ablaze, ready to shatter without warning.

Divided.
Never-ending.
Chaotic.

You’re walking on the edge of the blade.
I’m staring down the barrel of the gun.
This all ends with our hearts in our throats and the moon on high.
My love is eclipsed…

Let the wolves descend.

© Copyright December 2009

Last Seconds Of Our Divine Mistake

We dance so shamelessly on the frozen dust at our feet.
The moon is so high and vibrant in the skies.
How long will it last?
How long before we become carbon copies of the substance below us?
We scream all our regrets, and break the last of the glass.
How long will we stay this way?

Forget me not.
Forget me never.

The skies abruptly turn away from the night, refusing any advances to stay.
Turning burning orange and beautiful blood-red, we seep into each other’s eyes.
Losing each other in the rising sun, we hold on tight.
We become as one with the ashes and disappear into the morning skies.

Forget me not.
Forget me never.

This is forever.

© Copyright December 2009