(Me)

talking a walk along memories and
heart strings
I found her
sitting amid a cloud of broken starlit illusions
rubbed raw against the beauty of his smile
and she laughed with such sadness
piled up behind her eyes
because she swore never to let it beat her
and even as she danced in silent showers
of dreams I swore I heard her singing
in the lost tones of one who has let her
everything get the best of her
and I wondered if she knew how beautiful
the light was from behind her smile
and as I walked up to her, I heard her say...


(Z)
come sing with me.
but a whisper at first
then louder and louder,
until my head filled with her voice
until my mind was ensnared with every lithe step she took,
toward me
or i toward her? i knew not, for i could no longer feel me
myself, the mere human,
wallowing in stagnant dreams of distant reality
praying for things i already had
grasping at beings whose time was up...


(Me)


and i felt my heart breaking
beneath her feet
as I was caught up in a whirlwind
of broken clocks and stand still images
of letters long sent
grasping at every rope that fell my way
because i thought i felt the world shift beneath my feet.
and i wondered if she could sense that i was beyond falling...


(Z)
just as another rope slipped taunting out of reach
my broken heart seconds away, almost yearning
for the final beat,
time and memory stood still,
puppet strings severed of their puppet.
the angel of the illusions
was real.
and there among those stilled clocks
with their time sensitive images
she took my face in her hands
and whispered the secrets of the clouds
gave me some of the light that had been so shy behind her smile...


(Me)
and my heart rejoiced
as i broke the ties
i hadnt even realized were holding me down
n breathed in her essence
like a girl drowning for air,
making up for all the lost moments
when i wandered lost
in my own forests of disenchantment,
never finding the beauty in the breaking.
n i took her smiles within my
heart and held them between
clenched hands
until she told me that there was no need
to hold something so closely
for so heavily guarded it would the sooner be lost
and i cried showers of chrysanthanms
for the lil death of my love
until i realized that things once lost
can be found once again

and slowly, i opened my hands