the space between dreams

He doesn't know
how I feel
I don't think
he doesn't know how
his eyes make me flush

he doesn't know
I would give him the world
if I could

He was a dream
Half a life ago
and I feel so
complete near him

this time
the passion is different
this time
it is old & familiar

a fire that smolders
deep & comfortable
how I wish
I knew how to tell him

I want to reach
across the chasm
between us
and simply
take his hand

I think in our case
the truth would
speak volumes
we can't admit are there

He doesn't know
what my heart feels
Where do I find
the courage to tell him

stone heart

I lost my heart today

I got up and looked
but it was gone.

I guess it was
tired of the abuse
and neglect
and decided
to move on

I carried it in my
pocket,
because it was easier
than wearing it on
my sleeve

It felt
I suppose
I had no more use
for it,
and so decided
to leave


heartbeat

tiny heartbeat

too soft for the world
to hear



where are you lying now
with no one to tend
to your fear


I needed you
if only
to carry what I
can no longer bear

if I knew where to look
I would bring you
home with care


in the middle of
this mortal coil
swimming in this
life of illusion
I have little enough
to hold on to

and now even less

I wonder where a
heart of stone
goes to find reprieve

I would tell it I
would trade places
now
if it would just
choose not to leave