short soliloquy

I can hear you breathe

in the absence of light
and can see your smile
when you’re not here

we’ve tallied in our hearts

moments no one else doth know
secrets just for us alone
in Spring, Summer and
written in the snow

our whispers shared

when pressed against
each others warmth,
in our waning years
when memory no longer
serves us well,
we will remember this

read these words and

listen to my song, my love,
for when our two vessels can
no longer touch, our words
will, as a song, in the 'multiverse'
live on

empty cold

A single waxen figure

with molten base sits on a sill
reflection on the window pane
a tiny flame flickers in the dark of night
it waggles in a breeze that
has found an unseen cranny
between drywall and wooden frame

casting flailing shadows on the wall

that promenade as day light falls
and dances amidst the stars of night
with the tempo from  the candle light

a flaming arrow pierces

the black of sky as all sits still
and the eyes of nature
watches it race by

the solace and the solitude

gives rise to an emptiness of
a cold and vacuous night when
there's absence of a heart in
a living body or presence
of no soul