waterfall ...

i am writing to you from the dark rooms of my helplessness where i sleep between dreams in the same beaten bed pushed up against the dull window where i lie in the twisted moonlight to watch my heartache bleed black like a river that runs off into the night only to return in the morning just before dawn i have danced naked in the midnight flames of desperate fires felt the heat of your betrayal wash over me like an apocalyptic storm but how was i to know you would prefer solitude to my soft kisses pooling into blue depths under the trickling waterfall of my passion the stars fall from the sky on nights like this and though i catch every one with my seared and ragged hands though i throw each bright jewel back into the night sky i cannot do what i thought i could i cannot write the failing and final chapter of a love lost i hear your voice in the cracks of dawn's light the whispers and sighs that stream across the pale sheets and i remember how you made shadow puppets on the opposite wall and said to me that life was like that just one blink of an eye and everything that was so real and full of wonder is gone not just for the moment but for forever Copyright © Kennedy James, 2009. All rights reserved.