Distantem

Time and space

The windows rattle and my ears are numb
from the tireless ticking, the money machines,
the love that lies in panhandles and tumbleweed.
The sky shakes its shadows inside my brain
as these dreams drip into puddles beneath my feet
until my face is fractured
and I'm living life wide asleep.
I need to be there when you wake.
I need to hold these hours until I can make the day break,
and catch the light as it flickers flimsily across the sky
loosening my loneliness
and burning imprints on my eyes.

                I need to stop the sun from sinking
                because I'm feeling without thinking
                hoarding centuries of senseless sentiment
                while you're tangled somewhere amidst endless equations
                and fourteen hours that never end.
                I will not cry. I will not cry.

The rain falls and my legs are liquid
from the offensive oceans, the weight of wings
the way you held my heart like it was everything.
I want to walk on water until I find my soul
buried in tangled time zones and  pretty promise rings
until I can just swallow you whole
and feel your life-blood sing.
I need to be there when you breathe
I need to tear you open with my charm until you never want to leave
so I can hide in every creaky corner beneath your skin
and watch your dark spaces bloom like spring.

                I need to stop the sun from sinking
                because I'm feeling without thinking
                painting stars on storm clouds until the sky clears
                as we wait for the world to notice us
                and for every particle of our patience to give us infinite years.
                We will not die. We will not die.

 

 

Reviews

[ANTO]

This rocks - and rolls - like a top tune. It has everything a great song should; story, defiance, great reprise and did I say a great story..? All told in a lyrical lilt that begs to be put to music KLB.
Call it Stop The Sun ! I love this K.
cool as...

[K L B]

Thanks Anto! I really appreciate the feedback. I have often been told that my poetry sounds lyrical. I wish I had the skills to attempt to put it to music. Unfortunately, I am not musical at all...