SKETCHES AND WORDS
some swift and simple observations, interpretations, and thought snippets
Consciousness is slow to blur And as I wake, I can't discern Where you end, and I adjourn It's hard to say, by this half-light Where day and night conflate, unite Distinctions between us slowly subside Perhaps we're both, both "you" and "I" A canvas of selves, yet inseparably tied, A melody, so serene To be separate, yet to be seen July '22
A melody played on our hearts' own strings, We twirled and spun, to the rhythm of time The skin of my conscious softly felt, How we stepped, swayed, to songs pastime A sea of sound moves the pace The longer we moved, we turned to rhyme July '22
The weight of silence hangs so heavy Within this empty, growing room A toll that lingers in its levy The air thick with thoughts that loom Thoughts we dare not to take flight To clutch them close, to shatter their gloom. Hold your dread in me, grip it tight And offer comfort in the still, As I carry it with me, one more night. May '19
