Worlds walk, living side by side, incarnate
in sleeping figures- stark-ornate,
filled with little despairs and joys.
Worlds touch each other
and pass; they align, and combine,
and fall apart;
Worlds die and are reborn.

But even living side by side,
do they ever truly see one another at all?

--And in the rain-wet silence of late suburban night,
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little fire droplets beneath the colors of rain-
February's heart echoes:
places, people I've yet to be.

flickering flame, clouds kiss the earth-
and it grows stronger:
reaching, grasping for the sun.

I'm just a prodigal seed
on my pilgrimage toward Spring.

Old words echo back at me from the page,
the could-have-been's, the once-was,
the should-have-been's, the never-again’s;
Old loves, and a wilderness of old mistakes.

I will not let these memories die in vain.

I simply held his skin against mine,
burried myself into his chest
felt the sadness that joined us so closely

For one brief span of time

We rarely truly touch these days,
even when we make love.
I think we try, but we never quite succeed.

It was a bitter-sweet ambrosia,
like the taste of six pomegranate seeds

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Hold me ‘till it’s quiet,
‘till the ghosts in my mind crawl back to their tombs.
It’s so hard to smile
when they come out to haunt these empty rooms.
I want to scream
I want to crawl in a corner and cry,
curl up and die,
run wild through a field and howl at the moon.

Product of painful yesterdays
buried and exorcised away
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Grey sky, grey thoughts, grey heart,
I find there is nothing without or within
that can drown the color of steel.
Pray for rain to wash away my sins;
feel it kiss me like a curse I've known and lost.
Are memories ever really worth the cost?

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