Dear Stranger

People, names, places, lust and disgust

Flit past my window, much as I insist,

I can neither stay nor stop; 

Each memory lights up my nights 

As fireflies; stars; kisses on forehead

I run from emptiness into loneliness

And my train draws wider circles around 

What I can never seem to find, nor hold

You came too for a moment that lasted 

As long as blue-pea flowers in the afternoon sun

They say the world is held by a turtle 

My world is locked somewhere in a moment

But my train, it never seems to arrive 

At the deep blue river that I am to plunge in

I draw circles on sand, my name on your skin

Waves of time will wash them away too

I can neither stay nor stop

Were you to hold my hand that night 

A little tighter, dear stranger,

Perhaps, my time would have run backwards

As much as I insist? 

Within, there is a fire to fuel

Without, there is an incredible blanket of null 

I run through forests of people; piles of driftwood 

Some odes to life, some stunted by life 

Others spread way above this way of life

I jump, I try to reach the stars, 

Was it you that I hugged to climb?

The ground needs my feet and I run 

I look around, above, beneath and find 

All around me is just me

But this me, neither scares nor comforts 

I seek you in me too