I
over time spent in tidal burning
and the embers of the moon falling
until whisper of our love become spectral
needing nothing more than a promise that to
speak was to hide with breath that which was not
meant to be in a kind of destructive ticking that tells
of a yesterday that shifted in tattered wanting and now
it is so clear that you were hidden like a pearl in my heart
II
and pain was so devious in my hope that there was still a
possibility of our days to be like crushed falling stars in
but when gazing across the horizon on a shore that
is inked deep blue just before the storm that is still
in stillness of expected years this was the one
place I could find no safe harbor from but I
still waited even as the gulls laughed at
me in the debris of lost tomorrows.