I know you're there, and I'm here, low
and aligned with a multitude fashioned
in the image of you...
I'm one among the sum and you are...
if you will I would have you hear me,
I feel I am alone...
I am other than.
I feel, I am an other...
a shelved meaning
suckling mercy, so...
this beach, a seamed endless
stretch of it is well as if it is so
with all that surrounds me.
I have, and was left here, in a same place
with a sad face laced with tracks
of " why didn't you help yourself".
I mean to...
hide within an embrace of calm contrast
an eleventh hour where I am a portion
of the after of a slighted sun that has long
since fallen below crooning waves reflecting
a full moon shimmering in quiet majesty upon
modest dark waters.
resign my thoughts to the sound of
waves coming in and lend my ears to the cries
of seagulls calling out to silhouettes.
a confrontation to dismiss a pretense of doing
it is all but rude that i should choose
to defect and intrude to this...
A septembers brisk i would that i could
sail upon moves through the broken reeds and cool brush
where i now sit and stare out at two moons...
to frail reeds whistling...
notes became words helping themselves to my nothing
despite my lips parting to call down sound, any
sound to drown the sound of your name.
despite the "damn" I sought to fend off hearing
your word calling me out of a solitude
I felt a need to elude to...
in you again, I'm found.