Don’t you remember?

                             Don’t you remember?

What we swore to keep all

between you and me,

as ours,

like this shore to this sea  

keeps its core, breathless,

till its longest hour.

What we settled to dream

alone, in this stream, mindless

till its farthest flower.

Don’t you remember?

all the words that were not spoken,

and all the sighs that were,

in a blurred moment, stolen.

And all the strange things,

that were stirred and were not.

Don’t you remember?

what was ours,

and what we sought,

breath by breath,

to make them so,

only to be brought

into this buoyed real,

with life and death,

a realm from a void.

How can you not remember?

when all was a lull, 
and untold.

When Men Cry

                    When Men Cry

dry tears across renounced years
their sewn visions of stillborn
chances visited, again and again,
often uncalled and smeared, but
always celebrated, mourned, then
worn as trophies of yester fears
won over like a sun glossing 
over its void, only to return
still uncalled and stern.
Witnesses of the rebirth of
immaculate misconceptions,
those tears fester unclaimed,
but by actor and fan,
still wild and untamed,
like tellers of myths can,
men cry only to unlearn.

Save me but one "Omni'a"

                        Save me but one "Omni'a"

To feel all that was meant to be felt,

to dream what no one has yet to gleam

from that smile, that spell,

and all that which by my way was sent.

To share all that was meant to be shared,

in health and in that proverbial ill,

dared, or forever frozen,

hiding scared, and lullybied to nil.

To see all that was meant to see,

moments and epochs freed,

from light, from distance and from time,

where your colors are...but one rhyme, that is mine.

To wish all that was meant to be wished,

that is you, late in fate...my climb and my fall.

What is left to fear?

but the loss of one omni'a, that is "all."

Purple Fate

                            Purple Fate

Stowed between this moment and the next,
I learned not to wait,
for this fading love, or that owed hate.
Come as you may,
for I forgot how to weigh,
this loaded stay, this pray,
and all along this faceless way.
Can you hear me,   
dear?
Will you, in a moment, in a year?
which you could not steer,
nor I, to be clear.
We're both here,
stowed, strode, and almost near.
Is it our fate?,
their broken promise?,
or just us,
not knowing,
how to be little,
or great.

Full Moon

                                          Full Moon

And you ask, who's watching whom?
I say, it's you,
from here, where it so looms
and when it fades anew,
in a wake laid in shades of blue,
tear by tear,
no stake, and no clue.
Farther than near,
but when it sees you,
shy it must become,
but less true,
can you feel it some?
but you have trusted none,
before,
and I still say, it's you,
now from there, where it hid
the sun, in a lair, and,
you, from my tilt view.
I saw the shores,
of a silent, full moon,
and you're still hidden,
and I still run, from guilt,
back and fore.

I want not to Forget

                              I want not to Forget

How I felt,
when I thought I knew
what it all meant,
and what it all summed up to,
one and true.
I want not to forget
that it was through
you that I was one
then two,
it was you,
through and through
that made
the old new,
and the new blue.
I saw what you saw
and I breathed
what you spew, 
raw, unbroken
and un-wreathed,
so could you.
I want not to forget
and avoid this
void, this foil,
and this shadow
of a distant glow.
I heard what you heard,
and I got all you meant,
un-thought and un-shared.
But I grow old,
and forget some,
remember some,
as I bow un-bold
to time and its will.
I want not to forget,
as I climb through this still
holding so it can vet 
one cravesse un-told.

Stay of an E-motion

                                Stay of an E-motion

The moon of another sky
attests
come and celebrate!
I shout in murmur, what?
and not wait...
for an answer...
for a stay...
of that old fate,
and this recurring blur,
but...
it comes...
like silence, when it
weighs in
heavy...and flouts
all that has been
like burning rays
on a two-fold grin
that won't quit,
an E-motion
in a sea of enumerable Es
motion-less
or they seem, immovable
like this stay
of but one E-motion
that sees none now
but this thing...
more or less...
as it runs and shuns
the sun of another sky,
and another stay
of another day,
still stirring for its bless.