the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Preamble to the Unable

Orange embers remain,
Present past to this day.
If I could only remember
A single word that you said--
You were that one time, if I may...
When seas divided by each wave
For a boy more man than I would dare to say
That sparked a flame beneath
The tears and the frays.
Bare truth. Sacred youth.
The static between the fabric
And my calculated game.
While I damned every whispered name,
This cliff was a lip bit that
Teased the hair with which you played.
And I wondered...
If you would draw blood
Or draw close for a kiss,
If you were the green that faded to mist,
Or the salt that my oceans most certainly missed.
And in the absence of everything
Except all that is free,
You were an end I could meet
You were the friend I would need.