Instead

Yes,
There’s time.
No there’s naught
But a rhyme suite,
Petite Mort of love’s
Dove sitting on a sill
Still as a held breath in mime
Of a clock that stopped to dong
A song of peace where joy can’t be found,
Just the sounds of forever… instead.

Overdue

Leaves
Take life,
Acorns seed
New trees to last
Many lifetimes,
While we scurry about
Forsaking their silent dreams,
Sweeping away leaf and grasses
Cutting down forests and shooting hawks,
What grand gods we are to make others pay.

Lahar

When you fell, I fell with you,
Head long into feelings and desires.
Volcanic meeting of chocolate and dew,
Lava of hearts and rivers of spice
Taking us where love may conspire
And by it’s ways became enticed.

One touch beget the rest,
Believing fate guided our stars,
They too shone the brighter at our behest
Though we outshone them,
Creating river eddy, just ours,
Twinkling with afterglow like gems.

When you fell, I fell with you,
With one touch begot the rest.