Deafening moment
when I heard you
sob and sigh
in this empty house
that my heart has become
All but cry and pry
teares and tears
by fear unspared
From then on and on
lost in a dense silence
I fall waving farewell
deep in the defining well
As the mauve hour moves in
December makes you
feel snowy for yourself
Still, in that rocking chair
you wonder
you pounder
Should I rock or should I stray
Only winter knows
what you will do next
But winter won’t tell you
and for sure all you hear is
the gusting wind at your window
Inked inventory
along the limbs of love
Tells a restless story
filled with blood, sweat and fear
A heart is sorry
two more uncovered
Between shame and glory
the bed is made for one last tear
