Saturday, May 30, 2009

Transcend

Your memory of me deteriorate
beneath the dark, patchy clouds
between curious stars, time,
and experience.

Tearing my skin off your body
my dirty secrets, my life's
regrets. Shaving away strokes
of happiness. Wiping clean
your conscience.

While I
sing our blues away.
Once you were dear,
then near.
Now we don't care,
fears of the future, we don't share.

Happy are the moments you tied to your tongue.
Satisfied you were
when answers to your questions
was hidden in actions.

This is how I wrote us out:
two fishes out in the ocean
often we drown;
we swim, following the tide
ran but didn't hide
Our way of life, devoid of doubt

Pea