next to me

© CNirvana

toast the stranger next to me with my plastic cup of cheap wine
arrival time, sooner than I think
as the turbulence begins to mount, the one thing that grounds me sets in
my calming memory

watching the little feet as she squirms in her slumber
hold me while I sleep next to your heart beat
her little hands wave and wander as she dreams of little things
perfection found in the yet to be

wings clipped to ground the little bird
flutterby right to where the 'should be' lies
you hear me now as your voice bounces around my brain
like the music of the wild horse tamer

flying farther with a return ticket stamped and dated
the itinerary yet to be determined
but the story will be nothing short of amazing 
soon to be
and nothing less

that day

©Duncan Hall

when the world spins faster to the pace of the just cant stand anymore and balance seems as though its the only unattainable thing, the noise of that one thing you really want to hear goes silent, listless, quiet, in its lackluster deafness of this imagined finale that lies between that which you thought you knew and that which is spoken.  the lies that emanate behind the hidden intentions of the  almost thought truth and there are those words again that sound like the music but feel like the swords that cut so permanently that withstanding the blow becomes this never ending chore, task, challenge and necessity.  self indulged and proposed necessity.  the once thought feasible feat eats and twists in its tormenting tornado volcano of an eruption of never ending ash.  the scorched and burnt falling towards the earth or what remains of the torched flesh and embers float amongst the cool breeze of the stifled wind.  choked and smothered, yet still marching ahead.  the path covered in dirt and grim leads to the cacophonous end