Pale Pink Sky

    The sea so deep and blind
    Where still the sun must set
    And time itself unwind
    O love, aren’t you tired yet?

    The Faith — Leonard Cohen

 

Pale Pink Sky


If I could be
Something
It would be the
Pale pink sky of afternoon

I would be
The cool wind
Of early evening
And the quiet of dusk’s edge

If I could be
Something
I would be the purpled-blue
Before sunrise

I would be
The rumble of thunder
After lightning and the
Grey behind the trees

If I could be something
I would be you, or him
I would be her
I would be anything

Anything but me

Slumbering Boy

 
I'm so afraid.
I've forgotten how to function; how to breathe.
My lips are red and dry, and as cracked as my will.
Statues would blink, turn their heads, speak words
That could never be
as we passed by. You and I; impossible
With frenzy in Elysium and then
In the early evening autumnal, auburn light, all this truth
makes me slaver.
My pupils blown with thirst
Who am I to enjoy such fresh hope?
Each night, lying next to your warm ghost.
I tremble,
Filled with cornflower-blue dreams
And maddening, hopeful needs.
Sunlight and snow; beautiful; unavoidable opposites
That draw nearer with each touch our lips don't make,
And with every embrace we never share.



If things start happening, don't worry, don't stew,
just go right along and you'll start happening too.

~ Dr Seuss

The Tower

The cunning and the forceful will win me both equally
It is the cocksure, the arrogant, and the false certainty of this that I cannot stand
It burns now, The Tower.
Perhaps we built it knowing we could never really live there.
I am changing, I am willing. I am Proteus.
But you have no surety of who you are at all
I didn’t create you or push you out, in this place
Nor did I posses any trace of leverage to assume you a changed state
And yet you hung it all on me as if I were there, only to take it
A prisoner in our Tower.
Nevermind
There is another now, and — like the pomegranate; broken —
I can finally see all the stars