caught on a memory

my silence is screaming.

have you misinterpreted this?

i tried to let go

but my hands were tied.

and these knots,

i found, were tied pretty damn tight.

i gave it all,  and i still would –

yet if  the waters ever got too rough –

find me jumping this ship;

drown the past,  birth a breath in a crisp new tomorrow.

caught on a memory, hooked on a vision.

all in the painful admittance of my own lingering desire for you.

i’m caught on/in  a memory, hooked on a vision.

autumn tree leaves dangle in a silhouette;

and still, in the cool damp midnight air

each leaf fallen is a found crossed memory of you.

my hands were tied,

so i just tossed and turned all night;

gasping for a breath, suffocating in a dream.

a truth haunts, but never harms.

a memory haunts, always left to cold and never seem to warm

shift gears and drive by;

fade, but always seem to hide in my mind

that is you,  and that will always be you.

drive by,  and pick up my wonder.

drown below the surface and find me swimming up to ponder.

shift gears and drive by;

fade, but always seem to park in my mind

that is you, and that will always be you.

drive by, and pick up my wonder.

my silence is screaming.

have you misinterpreted this?

i tried to let go

but my hands were tied.

and those knots, i found, were tied pretty damn tight.

yet if  the waters ever got too rough –

this is where i would let myself jump ship;

drown the past,  birth a breath in a crisp new tomorrow.

 

 

c. 2015  bgw

words

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words sometimes assemble,

but at times collect dust.

words sit under the shade of the willow,

and eventually, we sometimes let them fade.

words echo,

yet words shout without making a sound.

words are what we see and what we speak.

turn back, and what do you seek?;

do you find words illustrating love and loss?

or do you find words interpreting hate and favour?

words motivate,

and words can punish.

words drip, bleed, cry and damage.

words can heal and acquaint –

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words shine and words darken.

words distract and daze

sought in every number

and every sound,

in itself, hides among in a word.

in every book,  on every page and every verse,

inside the words, inside the lines that they complete;

have you caught my handwriting describing you?

words are sometimes exquisite,  and words are sometimes ugly;

words that describe you are beautiful,

words that are you radiate and becomes my nightlight.

all within a conceiving daydream,

gives birth to a night time chapter.

holding, becoming, comforting!!

these words nestle in your soul;

all found dawning from your lips.

words give feel and depth –

yet giving an open ended emptiness.

view within these lines,

all that ties, and all that binds, also blinds!

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words can sometimes drive by

and always say what the silence delivers.

words doubt and words calm.

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words sometimes assemble,

but collect dust.

words sit under the shade of the willow,

and eventually, we sometimes let them fade.

 

 

 

 

c. 2015 bgw