Friday, January 24, 2014

Memories Here

There was a memory stirring beneath my breath—

the ancient people singing here,

songs our Fathers put to death,

their bones rise up with the morning tide

the haunting echoes of their past,

so near my heart beats to the pounding drums of their dance,

these worlds we’ve shattered like violent glass.

He is Gone


Love stole a kiss from me and buried me in the deep.

I went to find you resting there, but no one was at home.

Love took my life from me and bound it to his own.

I cannot find myself, now, here

and he is forever gone.