you
in your weakest moment yet
beckon me to the room
where the table has been set
ask me to quiet and
prepare for the discussion
then you pause and inquire
as to why i am blushing

it’s nothing
but it’s funny
and now i am laughing out loud
i never dreamed you could love me
we’re the most mismatched in a crowd
but here you are, hopeless
and ranting
in disbelief
you’ve been planting
all sorts of seed that you cannot sow
silence, alas, yes, it’s true that i know
of your wild heart
and careless nights
yet you’ve brought me here
under the candle light
to pronounce for me your current state
suddenly loyal and true
treat this ‘discussion’ like a date
a place you’ve escorted me to
when i’ve been here all this time
patiently observing
the time shooting by
and my reflection, more deserving
than this mess of emotion
thrown at a man with no vision
tonight you mean it, though
tonight you’re living
but you left me
here
for dead

what's left when
a match though struck
just will not take to flame
frustration damn you
why can it not just light
the way it's supposed to do?

pine needles and dry tinder wait
and want to have a smoke and
be warmed
at the hearth

feel radiance

some walk right by
they are too far away
some notice
a spark in the night
remarkable

As always, beautiful
Thank you

nice piece