your heart is only heavy if you hold it alone

file_000-1

in the spaces between these gentle windows,
cedar floors yielded against the senescencing winter light and

i knew for a moment that i belonged
and everything that should be was.

an old friend shared a long time ago
that deja vu is a nod from time:

we are where we belong
even if for just that instant.

but Trust in that is only for myself,
only lying solemnly across 70 millivolts for miles and miles and

winter drafts will cull a thousand annual regrets
and lay them to rest in the whimper of creaking walls.

we stand here in the late dawn of our lives
exploring the extent to which we’ll dream

and grow into spaces dreams scaffold,
held up by lines between light and shadow.

we’ll grow, i think, at least age,

if we let it

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s