Falling into place

And so it fell apart,

The song, the words, the essence.

It blew away with the wind,

To sometime

To someplace,

That we will never reach.

And so it fell apart,

Like a castle, or tunnel, or mountain.

It washed away with the sea,

Dissolving

In some infinity,

That we will never understand.

And so it fell apart,

The world and bits of our hearts.

They crumbled to the earth,

Falling,

So slowly,

That we will never catch them.

And so it fell apart,

Like the petals of a dry flower.

It crushed into coloured dust,

Settling,

Into a form,

That we will never find. 

And so it fell apart,

The story and its meaning,

It disintegrated in the soil,

Washed

And bare-

What we will never see. 

And so it fell apart,

Like a memory or an ancient relic.

Its edges diffused in space,

Disappearing,

To some universe,

That we were no longer part of.

Spinning

As I sit before you,
Slicing my heart
For you to see inside it-
I spin a web of lies
Over the hole of truth.

When we spun round
In circles and squiggles,
Down on the grass hill.
We danced with the blur
That we knew would end.

I saw a cave of bats,
Sleeping in the day,
Circling out in the night,
Preying and mating.

We played musical chairs.
There were many bad songs,
And only one winner.

The clock's hands were never so out of reach.

I rowed the boat with calluses,
In the middle of the river,
As I stood up- it turned over.

We played that song
Looped infinitely in our head
Till we could feel nothing else
Till we wouldn't forget.

In a the distance the seven ages,
Gurgling, Smirking and Happy,
Crying, Bickering and Sad
Between themselves,
Didn't know I was watching.

We should have gone home,
When our hearts ached and heads spun.
As we drank to get sucked in the storm,
We knew we would fall head first
Into the hole we had uncovered.

Black Red and Empty

Clear Water 
From plastic bottles,
Wrapped in plastic sheets,
Written on with white plastic paint,
By plastic keyboards.

Black River,
From plastic cities,
Wrapped in plastic sheets,
Written on with black plastic paint,
By plastic condolences.

Clear Water,
To sanitized hands,
Washed of blood and remorse.
Protector of dirt, disease and fear,
Through transparent righteousness.

Red River,
To folded hands,
Bathed during the crossfire
Of bright Saffron, Green, Gold and Blue
Through murky anonymity.

Clear Water
That promised to flow
From sky to trees to earth
Swirled into
Its black hole.

Empty River,
That stood still,
With bones, fossils and mud
Never before
So completely clear.

Where They Took Us

They let the sun glimmer
Through the black metal grills
That made dancing elongated figures
On the yellowed marble floor.
The cuts and grazes on the walls,
Deepened and softened
With the shadows that spilt over
On that warm afternoon.

We slept on the beds and balconies
Cuddled in sweaters and blankets,
Absorbing the caresses of warmth
From the sun, cloth and each other.

We shared dreams as we slept,
Entwined in cushions and carpets,
Immersing into distant lands
With shared hearts and armor.

We wrote stories as we slept,
Knitted in music and sound,
Taking in our last moments
Of serenity and adventure.

As I woke into a home,
In that fading balmy sunlight,
The shadows stretched into their sleep,
Curled on the yellow marble floor.
I knew not
Of cuts and bruises we had faced
In distant lands that we had chased,
I knew only
Of cooled floors and sounds and feathers
And the warmth that bound us together.