Parting ways at the door
Opened to our eight hours elsewhere
My feet are bare
He's said goodbye; my thoughts spin
In the whirlpool I've been
Swimming against
But he reneges,
Leaning toward my depleted form
Plants his lips
Above my eyebrows
Purely giving, naught
Required of me
And I gleam
Step out on the right foot
When it's my turn to go.
Static builds in the air Silently, steadily. The little world filling With unexpected tension. The storm breaks All is wrong with everything. The tempest squalls, Wounds the lightning, The rain pours
So full of happiness and hope am I Down from my umber, sparkling eyes it streams, The appled drumlins of my cheeks capsize In full-fledged bliss so vast I can but weep: Struck in a moment by weight of
The alarm blares through the morning Giving us repeated warnings That a new day once more is dawning But we don't care to heed Until it issues its fifth sounding Then, rolling, reaching, grounding Our