What will you show me?
“What do you see?”
Two constellations,
One you, and one me.
“What are we doing there?”
Dancing in space,
chasing the moon
in a wild, giddy race.
“What will you show me?”
What do you see?
“Us in a floating cloud,
restless and free.”
Where are we going?
“Who cares and who knows?
“We’re riding a cloud so
it’s where the wind blows!”
But all things considered
of all we can be,
I’m glad that you’re here with me
under this tree.
Do they know?
Should I tell them?
Are they worthy of the knowledge?
Am I?
I climb this tower to see what others can’t,
to feel what others won’t.
A whisper in my mind that
warmed my heart and chilled my soul
said, “This is the last one.”
I wanted to jump down, to cry out,
to warn, to incite panic that we might
save ourselves.
But the colors drew me in,
the breeze touched my face like a loving mother,
and I felt Time begin to die.
He took me from the tower as he passed,
and there would be no tomorrow, and no memory
of the last earthly glory my weary eyes witnessed
in this life.
And all the tears of the all the other watchers mingled with my own,
and together,
we put out the sun.
She is leaving now, but perhaps not forever.
Her desire was for better,
but nothing improved.
Life itself eluded her, and the wrong things
occupied her time and body.
There was no longer
anything or anyone
to keep her bound,
and in the incorporeal realm
of her wishes,
not a one came true.
She was not true to herself,
and she would make that right.
It would be today.
It would be right now.
But maybe, just maybe,
not forever.
A shadow rides a whirlwind,
and he runs, but it’s too late.
She sees him,
seizes him,
seasons him,
shells him,
and leaves him broken,
in bits of manhood,
ladling out
her curdled love.
As twilight falls,
she drifts away on
a black breeze,
swirling with shards
of broken promises.
