Cotton glides over the wooden floors,
A breeze drifts in from the window, overlooking the stormy shore;

We wait inside:

Waves crashing as the children play,
Soft skin as young as the sea is old.

A golden ray breaks through the clouds,
Cutting the shadows and happiness restored.

These times we cherish and hold onto forever;
Yet gone they will be in a bubbly effervescence.

The tide rolls out as the white caps break,
We wait from inside and invoke life to partake.

The rain pitter-patters on the roof
It trickles through the door
Accumulating on the floor
Like all of the forgotten items
All the forgotten memories
Covered with as much dust and cobwebs
As the deserted happiness
In the abandoned cabin.

how horrible it is
for the one
who watches the stars

Can you feel me? Can you tell me how
to get back in touch? To live? It seems that now
I no longer have the capacity
no … that’s not right … the ability
to satisfy this empty space.
I can't explain myself or make a case
for me to even remain here. Of course
I used to know the sting of remorse
that ran through me like fire and ice.
Though painful at the time, it’s nice
to remember those tantalizing strains
of pure emotion coursing through my veins.
But now there is nothing, nothing here
that bonds me to that past. Not one tear
collects on my cheek. No palpable
trace of warmth is sensed at all.
So, since I waste my time wandering
through this void, pondering
if only death can release me from
this prison, can you help me overcome
the numbness? Would it simply be a stroke
from someone alive that revokes
the curse? And, if indeed it is that easy…
Can you feel me?