Two take an evening walk on the beach, barely touching…the other grows distant… and fades away, leaving the other in the darkness, sad alone.
Promenade in solitude.
I’m wrung by the wrong you do,
You are deaf to our dissonance.
You see no reason there’s no resonance.
Not even plain old romance.
We no longer dance to the music of the stars that lit our eyes,
Black dwarves imploding to black holes in our souls
This distance coupled by the eternity of our silence
silence so simply torn by a wormhole of a Skype call
Voices in the dark telling tales of alternate realities
Realities far from real, distorting how we feel.
Play me again,
Not the way you are playing me now,
Play me like you once did,
Like Faure’s discordant harmonies
Like Debussy’s Claire De Lune.
Bring back our song, eternal harmony,
through space and time.
I feel so tired,selfish?
Of clawing towards you
While your goldfish memory
sends you around your aquarium,
you forgot to recall, to call
to seam, to weave our thoughts together.
And now like the unwinding universe
our intricate technicolour web’s unravelling…
It’s strange how this happens,
How each tinge of string tugs away,
Morning noon or night when it does
I feel a tear drop, I feel anger, I feel remorse,
Only my memory re- members the pieces
I have done this before
And last time was to be the last time
and this time was my time
(Who else’s I should ask)
yet i lack the streangth to strum the strings of this continuum
I feel like a fossil today
30 but old still, you may
Humour me with why
A guy like me still has the time of day
Yet a peer at peers and what do you say?
Time is not my friend,my friend,
I mourn for lost years, and the fears from beyond.
When loneliness sleeps in
I sleep into a comma,
The bright lights.
Row, row, row
Gently down the stream,
Love is but a dream.
The place unified with the face of those waiting on the hand of God;
Administered by those who believe in none.
I was down and limp
She carried me
I waved at the wind
She carried me
I looked every which way she went
She, the undecided
She, with shear force
And I am burnt
This is what happens to tattered flags.
They strum nothing but dischords,
They hum Lacrimosa and deep thoughts,
These strings tang as they unravel,
As I tighten the cord they cut my fingers and I bleed
They take the best of me.
Tu me manque tu sais,
qui me manque le plus-
tel point que je revais,
de ce son dans mes oreilles,
des rires doux
qui ont rompu
avec l’aube soudaine
que tu n’es pas la mienne