moonlit-daydream

I see my years passing me by like the seconds counting up as we have this conversation, did you notice them tracing around each hand picked syllable?
 And they are as meaningless to me as this moment in time is probably to you. Why should I waste my seconds on anything that doesn't mean something?
No, better question: why should I waste yours?

Sitting here looking upon you as I would a photo of an old friend,
drinking cranberry juice that is mostly diluted with water and
thinking of how long it has been since I picked up a pen,
while a green tea flavored hard candy slowly melts away,
the flavors mingling together.

How many days gone by that I could of been with sky and stars,
amid sparrows and ravens who know what it is to be empty-boned,
breathing in oak forests and dreams of galaxies in static and
making me feel lighter than the sun simmered air in summer.

No amount of paint on my hands or sugar on my face or
darkness for my tired eyes would compensate for the
softer ways we go cruising down this path together.

And though you may not know me the way you know them,
you know me in all the ways that really matter.

And I am glad to know you.

 I can't pretend I don't know what death feels like.
The soft coldness, the stopped breaths, the blindness,
the freedom of wanting for nothing. For nothing can be done,
and while I waste away like seaside sands, eroding from the edges,
there is still brightness.
A phantom lighthouse that glows from the inside out
so as to overpower the decay of the stone facade.
And as I mourn the ashes of our love I keep wishing..

Burn.
Let me feel the flames that warmed the masonry of our hearth once more.

That wish from my broken lips to the winds that bellow from the north,
As if to mourn with me.

Nimue raises her chalice,

I haven't been on in a few months because of multiple school projects, but now I have plenty of time.
Well, as much time as I would need anyway. People only ever get a limited number of heartbeats.
There might be a day when a person can choose to have many more or perhaps "heartbeats" might
become an antiquated term when people no longer have physically beating hearts, but for now...

I'm here.

Have a merry winter solstice.

AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

For anyone who is interested in my writings, I have had two previous accounts on DA where you can still find my earlier work. I've made some very close friends but as an endeared poet once wrote "nothing gold can stay."  Each one was a little universe and as they left I felt inspiration also close off to me, so I left as well. But I couldn't stay away, not from the pure artistic endeavors of everyone here, and not from my own internal muses. So please, feel free to ask me about them, or about anything else, I will be glad to share it with you.