Future Tense

plans beget
plans, and
once unravelled,
beget more and more…

what joys await
this destined fate?

what challenges will I meet
and surpass
in a single a heartbeat?

what may come
may never arrive
for fate is something for me to contrive.

so come what will
and come what may,
I’ve not yet had my fill,
I am ready to play.



Boundary

somewhere
twixt there and
near,
we meet. again
caught,
somehow
unawares.

mystic starlight bursts
on the edge of night’s phantom
touch:
flickers of summers past,
and glimmers
of joys to come.

the magic grows,
quelling the mystery
and fear. but still
here
we are, again
stuck ‘tween the two.
fueling this fire
of passion, beauty, and
wanton desire.

spark

fiercely tamed
by pride,
I come to you
for some succor and
respite
from the storm within.

wickedly,
shamelessly,
my light slips out -unexpectedly
and
needlessly.
and,
through these broken eyes
Truth washes away reality.


will you give me
what i
ask?

or
must i take it
again
and again,
like a chaste whore,
born again?