Frayed

I have frayed these words thin
Worn-through apologies and angry tatters
The tongue aches to be revitalized
But ancient connotations blanket me in dust
And fade the fragments of expression
Across this fabric of language and thought

What jaws will rend the sound
Or cold wind freeze the naked form
What frost-white consumption of guilt
And pleasure will trade in metaphor and cajole
We will speak no more of lies and truth
At last, night, and the Quietude of silence

If all the world has turned to dust

If all the world has turned to dust

And shadows

And all life seems black and darkness

is the absence of
Love

-- It is the breathless sound --

When time has turned to stone
Eternity
And serenity colliding and gold

is the color of
Love

-- It is the sound --

In the emptiness, in the quiet room
The heart
Where everything is small and gravity
is the allure of
Love

-- It is --

No Bitter Wind

And if not you, then who?

I will tread my weary path alone,
With new purpose, new means
And still I will not settle nor
Compromise, nor strive for love
But let Blind Cupid seek me
In his own time
And if I live my life long and
Still alone, I will only freeze a
Portion of my heart for you, a
Fragment left to die, so I will
Not grow cold, and have no bitter wind