when time and years and chapters,
testify in tired feet?
the wars have ended,
the guns are now still.
even the storm left,
a candle lit by the bed.
do i know you?
do you know me?
or are we the sound…
of doors opening and closing?
i cant say your name
without something in me dying…
i cant see the sky,
without seeing your face.
are we so old,
has time written our epitaph?
just old polaroids,
in an album boxed up….
i brush against you,
and wolves howl in the moonlight.
the soft look in your eyes,
tastes like rain.
you open your mouth,
and swallows fly…
have i set the nest on fire,
laying brick in the sun?
yet i am not dead,
and neither are you….
you smell like thunder,
i burn in the night!