We all look the same in the dark

Where silence smooths each jagged mark.

No lines remain of wealth and skin,

No wars of where we end or begin.

The past can’t judge, the past can’t cling,

The hush becomes a levelling thing.

No borders drawn by name or place,

Just breath, just hearts, just floating grace.

Our sparks will never fade....

When I looked at her eyes

I saw a women wise as can be.

Her spirit

Waved in the wind like a tree.

Let’s go inside for tea,

She said.

And just like that three minutes later

We walked past the crater,

And back into the house.

Jasmine, green or earl grey?

We were like a prey and shared the earl grey....

There I stood,

In the room.

My comfort,

Or maybe discomfort.

The pain came back to me

Like a chain,

Which didn’t help my brain.

What did you gain?...

I am made entirely of flaws,

Stitched together by good intentions.

Sometimes there are tensions

And intentions with the words that arise.

The birds,

Tend to know these words.

Within your eyes,

I find myself rise....

Yet, when they left

I became bereft -

By thoughts that came ahead.

What they said,

I had read.

Instead of hanging on like a thread,

I went to bed....

When I awoke

I spoke

I sighed

And I choked.

The past

Is long gone

And I must head on....