Perfect imperfections

You on your knees,

Gives me peace,

Pace yourself…

This moment is paradise

On a desperate pillow of imaginary beings

Soft in my discomfort

What it all means

To survive

Thrive

Imbue creation at its core

I’ve come looking

Sight blinded by fate

There is nothing left yet I try

To peek through windows clouded

Sympathetic to my plight

I’m still hoping to find you

In my bedrock simply waiting

For me once again

A thought of perhaps

Hanging with punctuation

To proclaim or question

Shared wants needs desires

Your winsome eyes smile soul

Press close to mine

trees yellow

Melodies familiar

among pines

My crow still comes

Flowers still bloom

despite pending darkness

We try, we try, i cry

Your voice brings

calm

A sleep that I want to

breathe and be a part of

Deep sensing sleep

A sleep that I keep

Close, coming back, craving

A need to be…

San Francisco things

You had what was, I never remember

Clouds have gone and covered simple grey blue

Lost in creamy ribbons and a soft heart

I feel numb to my own touch

A comb through time

I am not what I see

The hum of an overhead draft

Keeps me pinned to the floor

As if I’m trapped and waiting for a hand

Or a set of lips perhaps a gift to help me see