the heart makes only single journeys

you taught me to listen to the echo of the song that the soul sings; i have lost that voice.
you who showed me the very rainfalls of desire; i have abandoned them all to the storm,
you who opened the securest of my doors, i shall now deny you, i turn you away.

i catch a reflection over the boats edge, in the water, and i fail to recognize myself,
from now on don't you look too deep into these eyes ; for you shall see someone else.

bones

i was spare parts and chump change, i became a boarded up window
on the back side of a disused factory of dreams
then you came, opened the door, with a crowbar of want
and I shone.

still

still, you are present, in my heart.

you are like the horizon man, visible but beyond grasping
that smile, it rises like a morning wave
and bathes me man, it bathes me in its embrace.

present, you are, still, in my mind

like a childhood tale, innocent and melting
so i speak your name with joy, i taste you like almond milk,
you are the sun and the clouds and I shiver in the shadows.

still, you are present, you remain
beyond my grasp, yes, but still, you remain.