Birth

I was born twice

The first of the regular sort
Spectacular in its significance
And ordinary in its occurrence
That any life has felt
But cannot remember

The second of a fantastic sort
Where if the world were aflame
We may have danced in its wake
For even the air seemed to embrace me
In all its eminence
Never as breath-taking as she

I have died once

Of the worse sort
Where in the world’s ashes
I may have wept
For even the air has left me
In all its sustenance
Never as heart-breaking as she

Where the Stars Go

Where do the stars go?
When the sun teases the horizon
A warm orange
Chasing the night blues

Where do the stars go?
When people fill the streets
And the avenues
Like blood cells
Giving our city life

Where do the stars go?
When the clouds sigh
Brisk tears and dreary skies
Sodden and sadden

Where do the stars go?
When the life is gone
For better or worse
All is still
And night comes silent

There the stars go
When they’re needed; I know

Fears To Be

Waves rock me slowly to sleep
As the skies begin to weep
Their mist of tears caress my cheek
For the condolences they wish to seek

Wearily I rest my head
Upon the coarse floorboards of my bed
I shut my eyes and try to bait
The sleep I anxiously await

But there is no slumber
When stranded at sea
There is only a number
Of fears to be

Still

She laid impossibly still
On sterile sheets
And last bits of will

The lights are too bright
For this vacuum of time
And the walls are too white
For this black scene

Monotonous beeping
Coming from somewhere
Piercing weeping
Coming from everywhere

I should be crying
And bawling as well
But my insides are dying
Just like herself

She laid impossibly still
On sterile sheets
And last bits of will