These Pieces Of Us

We fail to live in the moment, to build and capture our essence that is waiting to be nurtured and bloom...

String our words as beads

On this necklace we create

Around our necks

Tangles us,

Protected by

 A sheen of colors 

Gather from individual

Into conforming reality

We delve deep into each other's eyes

See pieces of ourselves

We fail to recognize

We fail to recognize

Soft embers encounter

A stockpile of fails

We are no longer remembering 

The oceanic depths

Of our corresponding inhales

These pieces of us

They float away

Driftwood shaved from

Magnificant creatures

With arched metal bellies

And silver billowing sails

We fail 

To recreate these

Pieces of us

At the end of the day

When our hearts cradle the dust

The shimmer of the remnants

Flecks gold in our minds

But we cannot catch these pieces 

Lost are the places, times

Where all of the pieces of us

Dwell, reside