Lost in mundanity

Sometimes, it is what you don’t say
You live by:
The sooted, almost-burned-down logs
That no one ever kindled
But that still warms
Your every thought,
Like smoke signals from a heart
Lost in a forest
Frozen by mundanity.


Frozen Trees

I have often stood with
One foot in the warmth
Of your shy caresses
And the other in the bitter
Taste of bleeding stars.
But when the days turned
Into a whirl of icicles
Breaking upon outlawed dreams,
I lifted the other foot
And stepped into the forest
Of your love,
And the frozen trees hummed
Quietly through
My thoughts.

I am always the sea

Your thoughts wander
Through me as though
I am the tunnel
To eternity.

Faces painted
By nonchalance
And cold,
Conversations of silence
And echoes.

I am abandoned
To myself,
By patched up faith
My moorings are being
dragged Offshore
In the talons of
Bickering gulls.

Like rivers all pour into me
And I am always the sea
With columns of light
To weather their