November Six November

There were once two lovers, one and one.

They spoke in a language their own.

On a November day one fell to earth,

'and the ambulance died in his arms.'

On a November day his lover found him.

Six is the number of years it takes.

For lovers who have a language their own, may the separation never break you.

Why Must I Wake?

One billion particles of dust float between you and me. They are caught in the shaft of light that moves down your skin revealing your beauty. You warm the light, reversing the laws that hold us with some strange magic. I cannot see your face, only your mess of black hair. I feel I know you but am denied the conformation of who you are... a cruel trick. Your body lay limp like a broken Christ in the arms of Mary and somehow this gives me comfort. In the distant land of your skin, darkness reaches out with jagged arms, only to be obscured by a thin white strand of light. I find myself drawn to you from across the room, your will is my transport and I am with you. I peal back the light to join you and I feel you, soft and warm under my fingertips. Something is about to be revealed… Then I sense a change out beyond the light. It is a foreboding shift in the curtain we are cast upon and I can do nothing to resist the call that follows. It's hold tightens and I am dragged from your presence. I writhe and grope but it is for naught, my eyes open and the world dulls... And though I try to recapture the scene again, it is gone.

Thav

Doorways in the Darkness

Sorry in advance if this is a bit amateurish. I rarely venture into poetry, which is why I respect other peoples work so much. But this little foray may do me some good. Consider it an exercise.

A little drop of pain can trickle down through the years,

Traces written on your face and memory... a sad memento,

They say time is not gentle, reminding us of shadows,

Making us forget there too was light.

And yet, in this place of corrosion and decay,

Doors await the key that unlocks them,

Tis’ a fool that fears this room of lost treasure,

Tis’ a fool that sees not doorways in the darkness.

Thav