Dear Heart...

I forgot what you said the other day,
about holding on to what once was.
My mind took me away from there,
back to the river that birthed me.
Its lapping waters drowning all thoughts of him.

A piece of glass I am on the shore.
My sharp edges submissively disappearing, here.
As the tiny waves change my shape year by year.
Each cut to the water, a memory I give the world to hold.

To heavy to be on my shoulders, no more.
I leave you open to bleed.
As all that I am flows back into the river I once was from.
I find the soul of the Earth to which I belong. 

Ancient Dream...

We watched the path of dreamers,
the long road to get back home.

What is fear when you're close to the end?
An extra beat of your heart?
Breathe catching in your lungs, afraid to be exhaled?
My mind keeps you next to me in both places.

The shadow of your memory rests beside me.
I can feel you in my thoughts.

I move to a patch of setting sun,
and as twilight falls in front of the night,
behind my eyes the shadows of your eyelashes fall across your face.

I lay with your ghost in the field until morning.
When you wake I leave, as though the sadness in your eyes fills me with the guilt of a thousand nights spent with another.

I don't think you were scared,
you just wanted it to be over.

I've always wondered what it would be like to just give up.
Where would I rest?
Who would take me back home?