You & I (How Late the Day)

How late is the day
when you come to me?
I wake from dreams

to dream
of you.

How darkly burns fire
when you whisper my name?
I reach from the world

to a world
with you.

How sweet is salt
when I taste your skin?
You take me from myself

to myself
in you.




You and Me, in 55 Words

I have died to myself
and I live for you.
Rumi

Untitled (Written)

In the face
of these conflicting realities
Time melts to nothing –
dull lamplight
stutters in empty rooms –

your presence
lingers
closer than shadows
and I cannot dismiss
what has already been written –

no turning back the page
or relinquishing
the task –
no point in serenity
if even one shred
of you turns away
or fades –



For The Friday 55 hosted by Hedgewitch