drift+marius

frost

 

there was a time,

when you were my love, my very life.

when I could give you the sun

or catch you a falling star.

but it’s all in the past now

- gone and forgotten,

a fading memory in my heart.

 

confessions of a cantankerous mind

 

my mind goes numb as today passes into yesterday

when today is no different from yesterday

and the days before.

 

 

standing room

 

she knows not

of how greatly she is missed…

without falter.

 

and i know not

of how greatly my affection grows…

without falter.

 

perhaps the weight of the things i’ve said,

might beckon her to where i stand.

 

 

per diem

 

eternally awakening

i wake from waking sleep

and close my eyes for a moment of a day

going past sun and red dusk

each broken hour lifted off my days

without going,

without passing me by…