Sunday, November 2, 2014

A boat

I was a boat 
Tied to your shore 
Rocking softly 
I listened to your voice

It started off faint 
A tentative whisper
That grew louder
As you told me stories 

Mist rolled in slowly 
And I couldn't see 
Your sandy shores 
Your voice became distant 

When the mist faded 
I saw my rope 
That had once tied me to you 
Dancing down to deep waters

And I heard your voice no more 

Saturday, November 1, 2014

run

I could spend days
 and weeks 
running away 

from you 
and me 

From those words 
that felt so empty  

Phrases that 
simultaneously 
froze my heart 
and freed me