glimmerless...

that october eve
standing a thousand miles
from where she sleeps
another glimmerless night
of dust filled air
with nothing left to hold
and nothing left to be
yet peacefully she sleeps

and to be the one
to wake her from her dreams
with a thousand words describing
every picture that I’ve seen

and the memories fade
into black and white
the colorless days
turn to colorless nights
as I stand alone
with the thoughts of she
fading into tomorrow
fading into me

and to be the one
to wake her from her dreams
with a thousand words describing
every picture that I’ve seen
every picture that I’ve seen

colorless let downs

I guess moving to Iraq tends to find its way into your brain one way or another. For me it is the common them of sand the seems to be a continuing theme in all that I writing these days. I hope you guys won't hold it against me. Enjoy.







too many hours pass through the days
and the sand is still slipping
through my fingers
into tomorrow
as I lay and listen to the
meager words you left me
laying on the table
tucked under the placemat
stained with the scent
of colorless let downs
and what I have become
is all that I pretended be

the sea of sand

she waits with her feet in the sand
feeling every grain between her toes
as if it was all she has of him to hold

so climb into my dream
we’ll fly into the sand
a sea of broken glass
spread across its shore

and it shall all return
to the chaotic normalcy from
where it began
and I am in love with you

and the sea

and the sand