Run the curve of the spine
fingers through hair
and smile for the first time.

Images laying on unsettled beaches
claimed with whispers
flag draped in memories unsearchable
untraceable effigies.
We will never leave.

The raucous noise of after night
that breaks between our minds
replaces skin to shadow
breaks through, creation of unremembered hour
how uncertain the hope infected mind.

Unmerciful lonely sanity
empty trays and sounds fade
feel the heartbeat that goes beyond me
this was our last day.

Run the curve of the spine
fingers through hair
smile for the last time.

Fields of sabulous structure
hollow hearted thunder
watch the needled arm bleed
and wish to live some other life
in some other time.

In the bold and busted quiet I heard
echoed cries of a bridled soul
and it slowly shattered mine.

In the dreary morning
I wake to find
you still glide through the mountains
in my unrested mind.