we are the young bird-
fallen from it's nest.
my voice a shrill cry
disturbing the quaint of
night;
yet going painfully
unnoticed.
hands held together at
the sides of mountains-
caught in the chilly
creek of the deepbarren
gorge of loneliness.

a place where echoes shout
{never spoken} obscenities
at the egos that bruise
easiest.

our souls flew in the wind
tonight; crashing along
the shores of something
intangible-

{call it love, if you will}

whispered words whilst
beating bloody hearts fall
deaf on silenced ears

{cryingachingsinginglonging

isn’t it all the same?}

close your crystal-blue eyes
{trust this tryst, blindly}
for when you open them

{i will be but a memory}

02/24/2004