Twig the Wonder Kid

i have no words birds of silence nest in my mouth cold eggs on a dry tongue

i keep all the beautiful days in an old shoe box with the letters & the photos & the dust  that smells of grandma

I’ve been self isolating for years

and now we see as if a veil has parted his tender chalice filled with love & dust

untroubled now flying beyond the pain beating wings beat softly and closing eyes i feel your hand in mine again

each rebirth returns me a slightly paler version of my former self until i fade until i fade until i fade away

you touched that which is perishable

the tomorrows that you promised me casting cruel shadows on my path

the endless slumber drowns the years as though around the stillness crowd the frightening blooms of silent tears

only now in faded photos the hidden sadness in your smile the years reach out & then are gone silent anniversary

the words i never said to you bloom like roses in a darkened room

for as much as i have known so as much i have forgotten meaning to remember i have only ever lost

you've been digging in the garden of human kindness you've got mud on your boots and blood on your hands

my doubts are gathering like old women around a dead horse

i'm giving love you're taking it together we're perfect although i'm diminishing daily like a lake in a hot summer

a land so old even the dust whispers your name

we poor ghosts wander the night hauting lost shores for storm broken bones dead souls wash up & linger at our feet

pin me to the wall like i'm your favorite butterfly

left dancing in the moonlight long after the music had died away

her fingers stretch into dark spaces touching the quiet places where only small souls dwell

i hide my feelings under small stones the pain pinned down as worlds stream by hidden by small stones