The Conquest of History

her voice low and subtle
as her smiling eyes light them a sunrise
slow and past tense she waits
as i have waited with summer-breath bated
these misted months and years
from days of yearning embers threaten burning
the dark tides now avenged
by her light awoken through nights unspoken
subtle and low her voice
her choice, my will, our victory.

A bordo del treno a Pescara

left empty by dreams drained
away, i set to rebuild, wanting
for a plan, uncharacterised and
undeterred, destroying and
defacing the meaning to blank
the page in preparation, a foundation
shaping the firmament, always
constructing for future, tears as
mortar and shame as concrete, filling
up again with new directions, displaying
old wares in new packaging, warranty
expired, promise finally fulfilled?

stripped of scaffolding after hours
airborne and restless in rooms unfamiliar
the dream-emptiness returns by
ambuscade behind arches and street
corners, scrub hills and scarped
facade, i look to return, scarred
and armed with new character,
determined and blooded,
beloved.

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2004.09.21

No one makes me feel lonely by not being there
Just you, just you

I lose my balance with no one to hold me up
Just you, just you, just you

No one makes me empty by being so far away
Just you, just you

I lose my cool in silence with no warmth from anyone
Just you, just you, just you

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2005.09.10

I must confess that curiosity
Has proved my better
With a question not
On my lips but rather, fingertips --
Do you still have my music
Do you do as I have done
And keep it to yourself in private lonely moments
A sacrament to our own shame

I must confess that concentration
Eludes me at my worst
Though those moments are furthest from me now
From time to time I hold them close
And work the feelings I now reserve for someone
Else, unique and familiar
I wish it was something I could share with you
Impossible as that is
But then we proved poor at the impossible in the end

Did you do as I have done
And destroyed what you could
And treasured what you couldn't