loss

there is the warm sun
and there is you lying, soft, with in it
there is the luxurious light
and there is you bathed golden in it
and there is you and everything as it should be
a perfect balance of life’s loving laughter
in a never ending Elysium

then the world slips,
just a little,
such an imperceptible jolt.
like falling yourself awake;
almost, you did not notice
but everything is different now
a slightly broken wholeness pervades.

pretend it never happened
as though nothing changed
and try to feel/grasp the warmth
like a lover lost just out of reach
but the voice behind the voice behind the voice
that sings mournful quiet behind your eyes
tells you that your world has broken
that loss has lighted and come to rest nearby
and you are locked behind glass
watching the good that was slide away
while you get colder in the deepening shadow
and you get colder in the deepening shadow

accelerating

i am

A C C E L E R A T I N G

and the world
is a blur of motion
moving ever faster
before my eyes
like the foreground’s scenery
as i look out a train window
forcing me to stare
further into the distance
where things slow down
and come into focus

i cannot hear you
your words are stretched
and doppler fade into nothing
but i can see you still

i am

A C C E L E R A T I N G

as if i am leaving orbit
and heading toward
perspective’s pinprick zero point
while all the stars stretch before me
and i sit back in awe
to enjoy the ride