Leads

Perhaps we never partedNever did, because we never really couldDivide the imperfectionsFrom the infinite reflectionsThat we never really startedTo perceive the way we said we always would So now we hold departureLike an ornament that waits to meet a treeIn days of burning summerWhere remembrance merely slumbersAnd the stars are set as archersAnd the pinesContinue reading “Leads”

Reserve

Perhaps I hadn’t rushed enoughTo see her ‘neath the blush of usWhere life delivered, roughly thus,The blurring light of metaphorsOf candles so abruptly snuffed So with a turn of tracer viewsDid night, when slipping, grace her viewsWhere mine was naught but waste and bruiseTo see the path we’ve settled forWith visage false and face bemusedContinue reading “Reserve”