I'll Bleed You

you tell me, I'll bleed you.
a conversation not of audible.
when you saw my color,
were you sure, a positive?
on my walk the blooms have spent their season,
seeds blown and falling,
no one to gather for the next
I missed you
in my melancholy way of remembering your promises.
now silent in your grave.

the disappearing shoreline has waved
in another attempt
to gather the rocks from distance
strewn and lying on the shards of past
smoothed over to allow my walk
so I do not have to feel the pricking in my tender
your promises,
no one to carry the candle in the dark
so I will open my eyes,
heart wide and wondering for the bumps in the dark
the moon will be enough of a man

you noticed my eyes were shy
a hue of blue that fades with your phrases
to frozen and ice in time only
you would know my heart
do not look,
for you will remember until I let you forget
etch on the nape of my soul
pull aside the veil that leaves traces of silver
youth's shade of age

and with your quill
you have outlined my lips
another promise of kiss
to know for as long as..

as the shoreline disappears to reappear,
so, the ink,
invisible, is seen through a blinded perception
hearing what is inaudible
understood
when the blue veil,
lifted,
unfolds.

Raine Les 9/8/2008

nice Sadie

Beautiful