dust shadows

where darkness shadows

the illusion of love

when the will is bent

broken in spirit

drifting with the tide

of rambling dust

across the barren

through rolling hills

past a heartbreak

fading like the sunset

while the ocean breeze

drifts among the lost

unforseen clouds

remove the light

that energizes

our hopes

our dreams

where darkness overcomes

and shadows prevail

no words

the heart dripping blood
from the open wound
the slit from hurt
weeps within
outward signs
elusive and quiet
the storm is present
just beneath the surface
ready to rise
ready to strike
stages of remorse
solidify and disperse
the pulse rapid
the pallor ghostly
etched into the softness
where once dwelled
love and admiration
washed away
in the sea of silence
devastation
it's only remainder

Inside Myself

Where the distance from here to there,
is a vast desert,
reaching far beyond our sight.
Wrapped in solitude and silence,
where the blackness of pain survives,
without nourishment or empathy.
When pieces of the past,
float lazily upriver,
stinging the open wound.
Eyes are closed against the assault,
when knife meets heart,
and slowly shrinks,
beyond the hurt called love.
Still we cherish,
what once was and always will be,
passages of time,
eclipses with darkness
and the memories,
of long ago.
Fragments slip from our grasp,
and melt like the setting sun,
into the netherworld,
where life is not all that kind.