Again I awake in this night
to observe my galaxy. It is absent of light.
The moon is just a fragment of a
cliche poem with white and empty words,
catering to the pupils, like bulbs of seeds in the wind.
It gives me no comfort.
I dreamt of you on the ocean's shores,
and now you are only a weary ghost
haunting the remnants of my rejected sinew.
So many years I will live apart from you.
So many days I thought your arms would hold me close,
but you, being pulled by the tides of human stillness,
evaporated before my eyes had time to shift.
Again I awake in this room
to pull down the shades and cradle the pieces '
of my brain that robbed our youth.
The letters are asleep.
I dreamt of the citrus colors
that used to adorn your name
and now they are faded against the backdrop of this silent life.
Faded like the visible heartbeat that pounds endlessly upon my shelf.