He once told me the sky was green.

I never questioned him and

without a grain of doubt

behind his trusting grin

I never thought to.

He once told me the world was flat.

Bare footed walks along the

ocean side watching the waves

peak across my toes

before it drowned over the edge.

He once said I would die alone.

Clenching knee’s

drifting into an ocean of sorrow

waiting for the sky

to revert to ocean blue.

We couldn’t make it across the canal.

Waves tossed our tiny canoe before,

before sinking.

The ocean wasn’t always the terror.

The cool calmness sheltred our

boat along the icy tides.

Similiar to before we got on.

The dry lands fuled our

adventure, we didn’t know

it would be our last.

Stampede the living and

forgive the dead.

The brilliant came up short

in a foot race for discovery.

We failed as a team.

Pacing a baton one by one

even though the end was near.

I’ll never forget that race.

We came to destroy each other

and left hand in hand.

If I take away anything,

I can speak from the heart.

Watched it burn down to the end

and let the hose fall.

They said no one was left inside.

Truly left burned

we said quiet prayers

until the end was the beginning.

We never had a chance to clear the air,

before beating flames

and sacred ashes.

We passed on secret notes

steamed in begging flames

struck with forbidden steel

forged into gold names.

Aim to stick the landing

we never focused on the take off

your form was left wanting

the stairs you took we’re shaped by the greats before you.

Did you send a prayer to the god’s?

The old and the new.

They warranted your return

and you didn’t listen.

Word to the wise fell on swollen time.

Years wasted in your corridor waiting,

waiting for you to answer the phone.

Waiting for you to write the letter,

a reminder of the words;

we will leave this corridor together.

I framed my indecencies placed 

on a mantle like a might steed.

She ran out of luck,

down on it, they told her

not to venture under

the bridge it lived

she has arrived

 

yet, feeling short-lived.

The beast snarled close,

arose from the depths

knows no riddle for her

to yield the green grass

 

on the other side. No one

bigger than her behind

no horns to sway his behind

stranded on a wasteland

looking in on paradise.

 

The shine in his eyes on summer

nights reminds him of the window.

The window he cleaned for summer

fees on those same summer nights.

He saw her.

Making tea for the neighbors at white picnics.

Taking her lone kid to church on Sundays while the mister dialed home that evening.

Playing muisc to the neighborhood children on fall mornings.

It couldn’t be the dream he

believed on those summer nights.