Saturday, August 21, 2010

Verse: Untitled

you know
we will become
ghosts eventually

time will not
bend to allow us
more than these shapes

but we can foreshadow
patient glances
in infinite eyes

etched in oak
and set in time
pieces will collide

we can bring them
with us
it's only natural

to want
is to realize
you love

and could be loved
if you can
embrace your shadow

it will weep
but only
for a moment

until you
let it go
it isn't you

any more
than you
are me

but i
made a nest
for you

a place
ever arriving
to meet us

we are ghosts

1 comment:

  1. Do you want feedback? This seems like two (or three?) poems to me.

    Lovely, though.