together in time
time on a string—
friendship in notes
of what lovers bring
 
          *
 
storms and fires
eons of woods
grown over and lost
to sight in the blind
communion of one
 
          *
 
rust and battle—
armor left, foregone
on fields for others
to follow this road
 
          *
 
alone
in the constant quest
of folly foregone
in others’ arms

 
I walk the streets to stray around
As horns hang still, surrounding cars
No people pass, no flowers found
The clouds stay dark, the sun stays far
 
No light, no sound—a man was hung
These buildings block the burning sun
We take in air with dying lungs
Restored to life against the guns
 
There is no more, it’s all in vain
Without direction known, unknown
A daydream where it’s all the same
The city cries on buried stones
 
Forgotten landscapes, desert blooms
A people left by littered gates