where will my fingers go,
when the melody of the night,
is so cold.
tell me the stories
trembling
in your heart.
let me hear
in your breath
forgotten songs of the night.
your eyes,
that struck me down,
how do those eyes,
see this town?
dont let me hide
in the shadow of a moment.
pin me down,
and hold me,
just hold me.
Surrender
Within his language
Of youth and wisdom.
And sleep
Between the warm
Pages of time.
Let
Your thoughts settle
In a city of lost letters.
And dream
As life kisses you
With a her eyes.
my fire burns
through every room
in this city.
and i
am a moth
in her streets.
Experience,
Understanding…
Fighting .
Never one
The other
Inviting.
Yearning for the cold
Of memories
That wrap themselves
Around my bones…
“Rush through me,
As the tempersome wind
That struggles
In a cold midnight rain.”
F.E.
I do not have time,
For the persuasions
Of heresy!
You have prayed
In the labyrinth
Of my temple.
You have bathed
In the heavenly waters
That shower my garden.
You came to me mute
And I gifted you
With the language of my heart!
We wrestled beneath the tomato vines,
Our elbows and knees beneath a broken cage,
Finding each other when no one was looking…
With dirt in our hair, and smiles in our eyes.
I listened in the garden until dark.
Prayers passed,
And the billows of sage rose from
The kettles in town.
What words were you forced to leave with?
