Far Off Shore

I remember when
the first words out of my mouth
were not infested by
meandering termites &
my tongue still
felt alive

I remember when
fortune was not just
a four letter word —
but a one way ticket
to favored utopia

I remember when
there was still
laughter in the rain &
my hand did not falter
touching yours.

– age –

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Where The Wild Roses Grow

Will you not meet me underneath the waves?
‘Cause there I lie; I fear the Shadow’s Son —
who gently sings the Broken to their graves.

I was the bearer of a searing sun —
when you burned bright, burned fiercely in my heart;
burnt to the very core, it mattered none.

They say I loved you from the very start —
and did not see when envy drowned the light;
when boiling storms just tore my heart apart.

Yet, here I float, in seas of darkest night —
soon to be bound to whom my soul enslaves;
the Shadow’s Son, who whispers songs of blight.

I seek the One whose heart the darkness braves…
Will you not meet me underneath the waves?

( Terza Rima Sonnet)