Apr 2016

FOUR

darktale four

FOUR

She wondered of that bite of
“He's not here yet” and “Where is my real”
Life along this place she made a new
Nest full of creative potential whether
He arrived out of the drizzle the clouds
Left, or would he arrive in a once
Every thousand year flood kind of rain
If that is his climb, what year is it
Is it year one and have to wait a thousand
Or is it the place she should not stand in the river

∞ ∞ ∞

So, for this time without words spoken
She cuddled where there was only room
For such, unless she walked the miles
To feel the whole world hers nightly
He watched in his mind where she was
And followed with the psyche of a
Hopeful monster, for light, but no one
Inside where he had falsely invited
Her again to the
telepathy games
She would no longer play with madness

∞ ∞ ∞

He wished his hands and voice would
Obey such technology as just a pen
To send real words to touch her there
He wanted what was dealt then, once
But she wanted more, to be human
And he sat with just his spirit hungry
Of flesh he would not send, nor would
He receive, for every block he built
Gave up inside her as she thought
She was only wandering, but found herself

∞ ∞ ∞

Could she remember the progress
Of yesterdays as she wrote of this
Years of waiting she no longer played
Could she hold the list he gave that
He read the words she gave him, yet
He didn't come any closer than he
Ever did and she settled into knowing
May never because, it is the same again
Yet his fear was lighter as she
Paused to look at the
less heavy of it

∞ ∞ ∞

If she dreamed of him, would he be
The arms in the movie that scared her
With its suddenness out of the darkness
Where she thought she saw him drown
On screen, alone, as third act
Such dreaming keeps him breathing
Even under the swamps that grab
From the mile of mud on the bottom
To hold him under his paralyzed
Forward he thought he could promise

∞ ∞ ∞

Did he want to instead, falsely claim
He could handle real inheritance
He could start upon her loins
Was it really a joke to wish for a son
When he could be with either, playing
Dolls along the pieces he threw away
Dress up with his tea always in need
Of filling to spill his secrets to them
Would they be
healed patches then or
Would they be the
knives he was given

∞ ∞ ∞

To cut a future inside of his children
Could be the wish that would leave
Him over there, despite unfulfilled
Because her spirit's aroma held
A family waiting for him to sleep near
In promised paths and woods
To fish and sleep where he was safe
Feeling the feeling he thought only
Alone could feel this safe, once
So, alone he chose instead, despite

∞ ∞ ∞

The wind bringing her touch upon him
Because he would not let go in
Spirit as he tangled with her open truth
That she changed to not be hurt by
Him, and yet, she changed for him to ease
For that was where the pain lessened
To allow him inside her soul even
When he would never walk with her hand
Even when he would not message her
And she could hear her own stories instead

∞ ∞ ∞

Another year and then May would come
As lilacs and heat promised green
Along the list of checks and cross marks
He still had paper spent and not her held
Could it have been long enough to heal
What made him be the
Never she held
Would he bring her to airport doors
Because he would meet her in writing
As her work moved and stacked again
To hold his work-to-be inside of for a
Forever

∞ ∞ ∞

The sadness of promised souls, lingered
In the air of the desk filled room
He sat with the printouts of her actions
In verse she sang to him, unending
And the rhythm kept him healing
As he faced the monster he was without
Light, to find the light she mentions
He watched the land he owned alone
Out window without her there, without anyone
And the animals wandered across

∞ ∞ ∞

Would totems speak like her
If he would not read nor view
As silence of owl, unseen, glided
He knew his wisdom was the same
Wanting to call a coo for his mate, yet winds
Lead him so close, with his silent feathers, unseeable
Unheard as he circled her again
In soul, he dreamed to read more
Of her heart he heard beating behind his closed eyes
In healing, he laid head in his own arms

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