to bask into motions
creating stones from ashes
have you ever felt quiet
in a storm of emotion
we break into thought
daring to be forth
i create in nights
often around midnight
wondering if you’d be here
under the street light of our time
stuck between vices
in decades of temperance and chaos
i painted you to be
with shadows and a melody
two upon we
on july thirteenth
wading in scenes where we spoke
in a cemetery of ever
under pressure
under tension
you say i instead of we
because in time
all things end and all you have are
moments between
me, myself and i
doors open yet some end