Phase Two

Tell me dear Apostle

Phase Two

Do you remember when first we met

I arrived in cloak peculiar

A sudden and desolate strange

The world within you murmuring

Your voices underwhelmed

I arrived to what is meant in seconds

A proof of higher deem and proof is the path of Thomas

Born of cross entwined

You held idiocies and I blushed lullaby evictions

Your legs were sewn into broken jeans

Your lips cried in red black coffee

Each morning we tried

Your portrait draped into denim collage

Your beauty unfashionable image

Knowing beauty so far from angel

And beauty repressed is never the arrow of youth

It climbs

Where sunlight suppresses

It strays where mountains deny

The truth belonging not to us

But to the distance of thought

When distance lays far from sight

Your murmur becoming galaxy

Now that you are now a stranger

Now that you are youth exempt

I see your arms so tiny

Wrapped round neck of own

 Filling spit in clarity

Yet I came

Perhaps to test your smile

Your charred remains of flesh

And the best made best in you would never accept

 

Do you remember

I wonder

Your collage in me made pieces

Your tears against the floor

Do you remember

The watermark and paradigm

The hunger

I wonder

So small the days grow strange

The meaningless made your absence

When I arrived

I was the stranger

Your life so wet with fear

Do you remember

I wonder-

Phase Two

Do you remember

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I remember all things are now...there are no tears for yesterdays or tomorrows. No time to break wings through bloody skies. I remember that hearts break from muddy lies...but the howling as you run with streaks of grey..they never never go away!