to myself at that moment I spoke, deeply;
questions of my unanswered desires,
dreams, emotions, and maybe what else?
my faith, my strength, a life
i so tried as i became older in attempting
to live a life with grace/humility
what about that?
the thoughts of your moonlit skin,
your mouth moist as you hesitated in your speech
your eyes openly wide looking
as they penetrated deep
within my past, my present and my future
with their glow
what about that?
maybe wondering about the ship
that sailed into the dark fathomless nights,
never to see, never to return at the break of day
what about that …i ask now
the mirror cracked-splintered-shattered into fragments
that even the most faithful soul refuses to make whole again
for they the pieces strewn in all directions
that the life puzzle could never be put back
what about that
on the same day i covered you with roses
i buried you in snow drifts
only my eyes covered you in rain
only clouds cast their ashes, a wilderness
upon my soul
my secrets that haunted me more than not
my glory that somehow defeated me
a blue harsh light that shines on the opposite
eyes of one’s soul
a ship boundless to perhaps nowhere
sailing miles crashing shore waves in endless tides
pulverizing the sands of my thoughts
and i ask again …what about that, i ask?