are you ever afraid of death?
afraid of blinking out of existence
like a lightbulb
burnt out
forgotten

a mind awash with thought
like so many dried leaves
in a pond
brackish water
and the stench of decay

fear consumes me
like ants on picnic scraps
picking clean the bones of hope

Tomorrow
 seems
far off tonight
a thousand sunrises
lay


between


tonight


and



dawn

conversation

All day long I waited for your call.
Then when night has fallen, you call me.
Though by then, I am busy.
My life continues on with or without you.
Though I miss you
like a flower that misses the sun
on a cloudy day.
Yet, I snipped the bud of our conversation
before it could bloom
just to prove to myself
that I could.

will your heart come calling?

I give you too much affection
but know not where your heart has gone
does it wander in the desert?
dry, desolate, alone.
Or will it come a'calling?
to call my heart its home.

Yes, will your heart come calling?
and call my heart its home.