The first day I walked him down
the nameless street, under the moonless sky.
The kissing breeze of the night brought the word
of a thousand wounds and a million cries.
The stars giggled, impishly here
leaping somewhere, our minds gamboled.
The rustling leaves had hummed a hundred songs
set in a rhythm so familiar so cold.
Some other day we sat by the lake
dropping pebbles watching them disappear
like the velvet waves so calm and grim
that battle the night's wrath and fear.
The tiny drop of tear shed by the grass,
was long forgotten, on the endless slopes
of hills so tame, on the wings so wild,
of winds that bear a hope.
In the days of love, we sat on the park bench
talking away the silence, hand in hand, heart to heart.
the soft caress of her hand through our hair
cried a promise, never to set us apart.
Yesterday, I was sitting on my back porch
recounting what I gathered and what I gave.
Trapped alone in this body, I sleep now
living the Death I lived, awaiting to find myself.
