bursts of orange

Is where you are better for you? Where coloured sand bejewels the breeze Softly whipping through the air Whispering "I acknowledge your soul and I will carry it for you to summers beyond" To which you drop down Free to embody captured gusts of kinfolk and live anew

Are you like me? Cutting yourself with pieces of experience Pieces of eternal silence Wielding bloody bits of your twenties to make patterns for remembrance Vain and selfish strokes but like me, you pray real Or is where you are better for you?

The juices that i drip, like shadow on brick Seen but not felt Are you like me? Leaving organs on the pavement Let them use them to sound happiness lilting cadences of living Spray painting pulses on the wall See them connect the static to need Sparking voltages of survival But they walk by Leaving glances and sighs Stealing impressions and feelings But they walk by... The Juices that I drip, like shadow on brick Seen but not felt. Are you like me?

Studies of woven patterns Knitted into the grain of my quarter life count my rings Opaque Proud Conceited

The ever No mind Adventure weaver Human reefer Eternal seeker Missed Forever

When my world is falling leaves and ageing browns, yours is warmth, light and enduring days In an alternate alternate We walk side by side Until then we walk instead in our every weather snow globe On our beloved path of ease and laughter It doesn't matter that we fall out of sight  We always fall back in step... Here we hold hands Hands scribbling messages in the air Hands cupping what cannot be...

There is a beacon of hope stashed deep within me, Encased in flesh and disappointment, breast and their forgetfulness.