linger

My back against the crumbling wall
I ponder, window open, glass broken
Where the grass gently sways
And brings the beetle to drink dew
Somewhere the wind rustles
Leaves, dead, blow it around, brownish grey
Some decayed, some plain dry
The wind whistles me a haunt
Over the wall, dry moss
In memories, nails of bygone rains
That stand, on the wall, having eaten into it
It still bears them, blind love
When the wind blew cold that night
You wanted me to hold you
Ihe heart visionless, my infancy
I have wept, since you left

Skyward

i watched the sun, drown into the sea,
over the horizon,burning the sea in a red of its own
i strecthed out my hand, asked it to stay
told it of my fear of the dark
it smiled and said the moon shall come
and i agreed to part
it was a new moon night
the sun had left me, like her
and the stars came out, twinkled
like holes in the roof letting the sun in
i remembered the sun, wanted its warmth
but the night creatures kept me company
it wasn't long before i made friends
wasn't long before they became mine
but the sun still satyed in my heart
i lay down to rest on the wet soil
i knew i was dying
but i wished to bid goodbye to the sun once
maybe it wasn't meant to be
so i wrote the suns name in my palm,
and died palms skyward