The iconographer of your dreams

You made me the iconographer
Of your dreams
Tagging my hallways with your
Seafaring brush.
You pooled my shallow waters,
Mapping scavenger hunts
To trick me into looking for you,
Only to leave me
Capsized in the black tar
Of your expectations.

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We sleep under the same black sky

Tonight, the rivers
Have frozen over
And bright summer days
Can’t even seem to bring us
Back together.
We sleep under the same
Black sky, but the stars
Seem to create different patterns
In our lives. Perhaps it is time
To let our memories draw
Shadows in the snow and simply wait
For the sun to rise.

I don’t need your advice

Without you
Birds color
Blind
Across the sky
And fields darken
Into night.

But I don’t need your advice
Or your condescension
I’d rather Walk by myself.

Love is not about
Controlling someone
It is a about letting free.

We all have holes in our chain mail
Where swords can pierce,
And you know all of mine.

So don’t shake your head
When I squirm
And fidget ,
For love is not about
Controlling someone
It is about letting free
The spirit within
And learning to let go
Of the ego
That lurks behind
The passion
That claims possession.

I don’t need your advice
Or your condescension
I’d rather Walk by myself,
Unless you can learn to love
Me for for who I am,
And for who
I want to be.

For Without you
Birds color
Blind
Across the sky
And fields darken
Into night.