to confront the most familiar feeling,
worrying about what the past has said
but forgetting it all, just because
& i have fallen ill while tumbling
into bed, out of bed, through the trees & back
& for what? only to assure myself
the most ephemeral feeling
is better left unsaid.
reason is the most potent armour
to a charming dream in which we
are twisting hands in delight,
standing with faces to the breeze,
reason is the hardest thing.
always hid beneath the words,
even at their thinnest, it seemed
rather sane. tried to begin
so it would end, instead
finding distances
to conquer
i have been the most faithless thing
making footsteps in the dark, on my way
to an ephemeral destination
it was so easy to turn back
it was so easy to smirk & say
it does not really matter
there will be other days.
& change my mind once i had made it up,
to infatuate myself with the most meaningless star,
& hold your sandstone coat in my hand
insisting that we were waiting for one another,
but you have made your footsteps by daylight,
& i might be the dusk
that you will never see.