Untitled by Dideric van den Berg

Once through a misty glade,
trudged a soldier bereft.
Soulless wanderers joined,
like to a weaving's weft.

Which direction forward?
Our wanderers question.
The whole is made,
By crossed direction.

He answers smooth,
No pause to think.
It doesn't matter,
Just don't blink.

Or you shall miss it.

Accept This

We haven't talked in weeks.

An unconscionable distance

Except that

I used to drift this far from you in one night.

My mind was never tethered to your heart.

So it is good that we are done.

We were never close enough

Except that

I remember coming back to you because I wanted to.

No matter how many weeks away each night drifted.

Something In The Air

I can feel there's
Something in the air
Not enough to live on
Not enough to choose with
It weighs on me
Soft and sweet and hopeless
Like the future isn't there
And the past is just a memory of
Something in the air
I wish that you were here
That you were still my
Something in the air.

Heat Lightning

Breathing in like my lungs are new.
Gasping and sighing with laughter.
No pattern and
No rhythm but
The flashes of beauty
On the horizon.