winds ran beside us
down the rabbit hole
we fell:

tumbling
seeing
three times before tomorrow,
hearts fell into deep darkness
knives stuck from your pores
faces gleam
rings crash to the ground
falling upwards
five pianos
with five angels, i thought
coming from Elysian?

prefer letters to written word

archaic instruments
falling through windows
our heels click, hells remiss
wormholes twist
spines attach to miniature cities

icebergs of love
press into sparrows' breast
all sparrows, are we?
sword over us
saw feathers as we dug for worms
dirt under fingernails

silent bruise
expressionistic paintings
upon further examination, your
seeping words
melting glass
heart
(over matters, you see)
was never here

library books and
emotions distanced (previously detached)
"besides you, i have just one person"
you said


why did you though?
after you
fell away
we were
(in that city),
your
form was
delicate--

[not so much delicate, maybe just fallen apart]
but you refrained from
saying
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

(i really did though)
your face turned
to ----
i wanted it to be
so different
you seemed

so different
i heard them say,
lured me past your heart
when i was only trying to find it

(you were the blueprint)

I've been writing in my new little journal so much and it's very lovely.
Also, cool things have been happening to me.

segmented heart,
what do you see?
lass,

floating in that sea
of g----

to your Creator.
He will mend,
sew,
breathe life
into the deep void (He will fulfill)

abounding love,
conquer my understanding

tiptoes,
whispers,
promise rings,
tiny beds for little princesses,
little fingers reaching towards the stars,
eyes lit up (though darkness abounds)
we should learn from them (of innocence and free spirit)

but your heart will only contain the love that it is given

There are places where
more thinking can be done,
but you are breaking down
concepts that you created.

Everytime you reach towards
open skies
to gain insight
that you so yearn for,
I see
your bones crack.


There are slices of eternity
in your eyes,
those freckles, I just want to
collect them- put them in a
jar, with those fireflies
that so illuminate my night

My tears
are in these jars
(I present to You)

You take
and
exchange them for golden sparkles,
shimmered love,
powdered songs,
serenaded.


Awakened heart

There are harmonies
between Your breaths
when You speak,
Your words,
diamonds,
flutter around the room
and fall like ashes to the floor;
the wind (Your ancient breath)
carries them to souls hidden
behind these walls.

The stones may engulf You but
Your music still resounds
in the bark of the tree,
under the rushing brook,
in the multifaceted wings of a butterfly,
a lover,
Your soul,
I still hear
the echo.

there is unmistakable truth in Your words
they speak
endlessly, they
cut
so deeply, they
gnaw
at the very essence of our being.
You awaken
when everything is asleep
when conquered fortresses
ask Your name,
it is revealed
with unmistakable truth
the earth rattles
the mountains whisper
Your name
my heart deciphers
the secrets of time
untraveled


but You
still
remain a mystery