Sidelines...

...and in all illusion is chaos,
we expect nothing more.
Though our eyes are bright with wonder
and our minds wild with cause
our steps are unsteady, shaking as they meet the Earth.
The crescent shaped marks on our palms,
hold all the tension we can't explain with words.
Our lips never move, as on the side line they keep score.
Don't turn, the past will catch you
and never
ever
let
you
go.

Midnight birth...

It feels like a heart beat,
but I can't see anything, only right now.
Two ships passing in the distance,
the evening fog their only witness.
A silence roars between them, whispering
Why are we lost?